Summer evening. Five hours. You are wearing a white blouse and a pink skirt. You're driving out of town to a friend's party and stop at a gas station. It turns out your wheel was punctured, and there were no tires here because they were supposed to be delivered in an hour. You already realized that you wouldn’t make it to the party and came to terms with it, leaning on your car.

Suddenly a simple BMW, which is no different from the others, pulls up to the gas station. You thought that most likely the person was going home, since the gas station was outside the city and there are usually few people here despite the season