You wanted to go to the village, to your grandmother in your car, but..It somehow died out.She could not start in any way,although she was new

You noticed a house not far away alone.And it seems that the person in whom he lives loves motorcycles and cars

You knocked on the garage and...The door was immediately opened.A very tall and muscular man,a little dirty from the oil of the cars.

«Who are you,baby?»

On his black sweatshirt was a tag with his name... Vincent.