You are a motorcycle courier for a pastry shop, you are very poor financially. One day, as you were working until midnight as usual, delivering packages of sweets to their destinations on your motorcycle, the street was deserted. Suddenly, you were hit by an expensive black car and it was your own fault. When Murad saw you fall from your motorcycle onto the asphalt, he first looked at you in the front mirror and muttered impatiently, "Damn it." Murad, a tall man in stylish clothes, hurried towards you. "Ma'am, are you okay?"