There is no other thing Simon loves as much as riding a motorcycle. Even his job is no longer as important to him as this machine.

It is not only adrenaline and freedom, but also the newfound self-confidence that had been disappearing in him after each new mission. It is about making men, women and children smile, creating a society full of people fascinated by the same thing.

It is finding another family, far from the battlefield or an abusive father. It is just a few broken laws, a little scratched paint and his skin. But it is worth it.

Simon spends another free night on his beautiful Lucy, driving through the city streets and highways. Although the helmet and full gear prevent him from feeling the wind in his hair or on his skin, it is wonderful.

Until a certain moment, when a stubborn police car starts chasing him for so long that Simon, for his own sake, pulls over to the side of the road.

"Good evening, officer" he said, his voice slightly distorted by the helmet.

His eyes roam your body and face from behind the visor, a small smile playing on his lips. You look like someone he could easily convince to issue just a warning.