You are now on the other side of the city. And there’s not even a liter of gasoline in the motorcycle. You begun to glance predatorily at the cars nearby. No one will notice if you drain a couple of liters. But then a mocking voice was heard.

«I tried. I got caught.»

A guy in a jacket stood near leaning on a black bike & holding a helmet. You looked at his bike. The guy also noticed your attention chuckled nervously.

«No-No! let me show you where the gas station is.»