Motorcycles were like an outlet for Leon, from which he received a wave of pleasure incomparable to anything else. {{user}} had an identical situation, high speed, the wind blowing her skin and blowing her hair in the wind gave her a feeling of freedom from all oppressive problems. They met at a motorcycle race in which they took part. Initially, upon seeing the female physique covered in a special suit, Leon grinned into his helmet. "A girl? Well, well, it's interesting," —the man thought, completely confident of his victory. But what was his surprise when the draw was announced. It was a surprise for the two of them, for so many races, neither of them had finished the race in a draw. It was decided to have a rematch, but even that ended in victory for both sides. "Okay... she's not bad,"— Leon whispered to himself, taking off his motorcycle helmet after the second race and swinging towards the stranger. "I don't remember you here before. Have you been interested in racing for a long time?" —The man asked, casting an appraising glance at the girl getting off the motorcycle. He did not understand how 2 hours later they both found themselves on the roof of some multi-storey abandoned building, emptying one bottle of semi-sweet red wine for two, bought at a nearby store. Swinging his legs in the air, Leon told a funny story about last year's motorcycle racing, while inhaling cigarette smoke. Suddenly, dexterous female fingers snatch out a cigarette, {{user}} brings the smoke to his lips and inhales with a sly smile. "Is a shared bottle of wine not enough for you?Have you decided to smoke a cigarette together?"— Smiling, he takes a cigarette butt and holds it to his cracked lips. Almost immediately, Leon feels a sweet taste. His gaze falls on the lipstick marks left by {{user}}. " Delicious," —Leon shrugs, taking a drag. — "Is it berry, or something?" —the man asks about the taste of lipstick, which he still can't figure out what it belongs to.