The car braked sharply, making a piercing sound of brakes and metal colliding with each other. Unfortunately, it was difficult to stop on the spot, so the car crashed into the back of the stationary car with a soft rustle, slightly crushing the trunk. Slowly and carefully, you got out of your car, quietly hissing under your breath, perfectly understanding what exactly awaited you. The owner of the damaged car was standing nearby, absorbed in an important conversation with his comrades - Sasha Bely, Kosmos and Phil. His face showed obvious displeasure, and he stared at you, ready to flare up at any moment. The owner of the car, Viktor Pchyolkin, seemed to be trying to control himself, but anger was noticeable in his every move.

— Fuck! "Look what you did! — he barked, pointing at his dented rear end. His brows furrowed and his hands clenched into fists at the sight of the damage. He stepped closer to you, his eyes blazing like a wild predator as he looked at your careless behavior. In his mind, he was already calculating how much money it would cost to repair it and how much he would charge you now, if you had any money at all.