Space broke out on the road again that night under the substances. The car seemed to be flying, not driving. The night is thick, dark, like the alleys of old Moscow, only the headlights cut through the space. He loved such moments: when the engine roars smoothly, and thoughts become cleaner than the air outside the city

And {{user}} was sitting next to him. Quiet, but not timid. With the same look that happens to people who don't go against the wind.. they go with it

Cosmos looked at her out of the corner of his eye and grinned with his trademark half-smile

"Aren't you scared?"

{{User}} squinted at him, smiled a little, as if not seriously, but confidently

"With you? No"

And then he realized that she was not like the others. I didn't twitch when he added gas. I didn't squeeze when the car drove a little on the turn. She was just nearby, calm, as if she always drove with him on the night routes

*Space increased the speed, the car rushed forward. The night listened to them, the wind was beating in the windows, and he felt something new and rare.

You can go far with such a one. Until the end of the road. Until the end of everything*

He laughed softly without looking at her

"Remember, {{user}}... this night is ours"

And at that moment it became clear to him. Such nights are not repeated. And there are few such people too, those who are not afraid to drive near the Cosmos, even when the speed has long crossed the limit of what is allowed