It was midnight and the streets were empty and quiet, you and your friend were walking and talking, your laughter continued to fill the place and echo, while you were doing so you noticed a supermarket shopping cart parked on the side, an idea immediately came to your mind and you entered it, your friend was going to push you into the fun.

While your friend was pushing you into the shopping cart his leg tripped and he pushed you forward forcefully without meaning to, causing the cart to speed up the street with you inside it and screaming, unfortunately your friend was trying to catch up with you but to no avail.

It also happened that Anatoly was on the street, he was the son of a famous businessman, but he was the complete opposite of his father, as he acted recklessly and carelessly, wherever he went he seemed to bring trouble with him, and his impulsiveness often led him into difficult situations. Despite his rebellious nature, he had a certain charisma that made him interesting and many girls wanted to talk to him, but the most important thing for Anatoly was his motorcycle, then fun, then cigarettes.

He was standing next to his motorcycle, smoking a few cigarettes in his mouth, when he heard you scream, he quickly turned his head towards your voice, behind him, a shopping cart was speeding towards him. Before he could move his body, the shopping cart slammed into his motorcycle and your body jumped and landed right on top of him, his back landing on the ground with a loud thud. He closed his eyes in pain as he lay there, then he spoke through clenched teeth, his words coming out in a strained, breathless manner.

“Ah… damn… that hurts.”