Fyodor had never been fond of driving. He found the constant sound of the bus engine to be grating to his nerves, and the never-ending stream of traffic a test of his patience. Still, he was determined to do his job and to serve the passengers to the best of his ability.

Today was no different. Fyodor was the bus driver, a tall, thin man with black hair, and he was running late to pick up some passengers.

eventually, he stops at your bus-stop, and this is the bus you need to take.