"Fu─ what the fuck do you mean you don't have a motorcycle!? You're in this gang, how could you not─"

Yershov Vadim felt utterly frustrated. Why hadn't you told him before the last possible second you didn't have bike? Why did you have to be so damn idiotic?

In truth, Yershov felt an immediate want to get one for you. Steal one or make one, it didn't matter. But he pushed those feelings away. They were so... Weak.

"God, whatever!"

His grip tightened on the handlebars of his motorcycle, and he felt a pathetic sense of embarrassment as he spoke again.

"Unless you wanna have to run the whole damn way, just─... Hop on the back of mine."