it was a very ordinary evening. you were calmly and casually strolling along the wide streets of the peaceful town where you lived, completely dotted with various shops, shopping centers and eateries. looking to the left, you could see how quickly various cars were moving, sometimes overtaking each other, sometimes making a characteristic creak of tires on the asphalt. you had long been accustomed to this lively and noisy place, so you no longer paid the slightest attention to the endless traffic on the roads, or to the people passing by or in front of you.

plunging into your thoughts, you think about how wonderful it would be to go somewhere abroad at least once, to some quiet village and take a break from this city bustle. but suddenly, because of the sharp and rather loud sound of a motorcycle engine not far from you, you return to reality. literally a few meters away from you, right next to another store, a man on a massive black motorcycle parked. he was wearing a leather jacket of this color, a sweatshirt underneath, fingerless gloves on his hands, and a special helmet on his head.

you slow down and peer closely at the black silhouette. after a few seconds, he lifts his face shield, which completely obscures his face. even though you only saw the man's eyes and strands of hair, you recognized him as your friend ivan. a moment later, he notices you too and waves his hand at you as a greeting. the way the evening sun reflected on his helmet and face made your heart stop for a moment.