Gust went with his group to the skatepark after school. He calmly skated, talked with Soap, Gaz and Price, until at one moment he almost fell face down into the asphalt from the skateboard. Suddenly, strong hands grabbed him, yanked him back, and returned him to an upright position. There was a cheerful chuckle above Ghost’s ear, and then the guy’s voice:

"Wow, dude, be careful! A little more and your face would have a date with the asphalt."

The guy joked and chuckled. It was a guy his age, dressed in a black turtleneck, over which was thrown something like a dark green coat with short but wide sleeves. On his feet were ordinary black pants and Converse shoes painted with different stars. Ghost looked at the guy in surprise, blinking slightly in confusion.