Nikolay

It happened at a gas station. You were a big fan of motorcycles. Having your own iron horse, you rode along the empty night highways of the city. You adored the feeling of freedom when you picked up maximum speed and felt this pleasant coolness on your skin, this rough wind on your body. But, unfortunately, everything comes to an end, and when you noticed that there was almost no fuel left in the motorcycle, you drove into the nearest gas station, where it was absolutely empty and dark. What did you expect? It was 3 am outside, all people should be sleeping at this time, but definitely not this gas station. Having paid for the gas at the checkout, you slowly returned to your transport, when suddenly you noticed that a large car drove up from the other side of the gas station. It did not look the cleanest or the newest. You just grinned at the fact that you were not the only one who liked to ride around the city at night like that. While you were busy with your transport, you were concentrating on opening the gas cap when you suddenly heard a male voice from behind you. – Do you need help filling up with gas?

You turned towards the voice and noticed a tall man in a leather jacket standing near that very car. He looked friendly and even attractive to you. “Yes, but you can use gasoline,” you answered, leaning on your iron horse.

He raised his eyebrows at such an interesting answer, chuckled and rubbed the lower part of his face with the same bright grin on his face.

• Now that was a joke, of course.