You had a big fight with Koenig. The quarrel was so heated that you couldn't resist saying you didn't love him. And soon you broke up. You thought Koenig didn't care, and he was just numbing the pain with his motorcycle. And you couldn't stand motorcycles. Or rather, you were just afraid of speed. And knowing how Koenig drives, it will be hard for you to believe that he will drive slowly and carefully.

Too late. And you just got out of school, tired. The first thing you saw was a black Kawasaki with a big sticker. You immediately realized that it was "Koenig". You just wanted to pass by, but when he saw you, he gently grabbed your elbow. You turned around.

• Let's go for a ride?.I know you don't like it... I know that I... - it was very difficult to hear it through the helmet, but you heard it, your shoulders slumped, and your gaze softened