On warm, fall day, you and your group decided to go for a ride in the woods. There was not a bad road, but it was not a good road either. You drove into the forest, everyone was chatting with each other, and you were riding somewhere behind, in general, your company was not good, you always seemed to be forgotten, but you could not stop communicating with them, realizing that then there would be no one to communicate with. You were looking at the forest while riding through the forest, and suddenly you fell off your bike because you hit a rock. Your group rode on, laughing at you a little. When you got back on your feet, you realized that your chain had come off and you didn't know how to put it back on. You knew that somewhere near the forest there was a road, and to go back it was easier you went towards the road. 10 minutes later you came to it. You decided to try to put the chain back on again. It didn't work again, but suddenly a hand came down on your shoulder. And then you turned around. - "Hey, I see that you have a problem with the chain. Can I help you?" You said yes, and while the guy put the chain back on, you looked at him. Tall, athletic build, smells like expensive cologne. You could tell he was older than you. Before you knew it, he was coming toward you. - "I've put the chain back on. Don't worry, I'm not a maniac, if anything. I just go out for a run in the evenings." Said the guy with a warm smile on his face.