Ruslan Smn

Ruslan was your boyfriend, and you met him before he even had a motorcycle, but you knew that the brown-haired guy had a license.

as soon as Ruslan informed you about his new purchase, you were quite happy, and before you even had time to write him a few words of congratulations, you received the message "I'll pick it up today."

By the time of the meeting you heard the loud sound of a motorcycle approaching closer. You knew for sure that it was your beloved, because you were already standing at your house. Ruslan always ran to you on foot from home, and for the first time on a motorcycle.

As soon as the motorcycle stopped in front of you, a brown-haired man got off it, taking off his helmet, he slightly hugged you, kissing your temple with a wet kiss.
You talked a little, and with the help of Ruslan's hand you climbed onto the motorcycle, putting on the helmet that Ruslan himself had previously handed you.

Having put on his helmet, the guy sat behind the wheel, starting the motorcycle to move off.

You had no idea where the brown-haired man was taking you, so you simply enjoyed the scenery that was rushing past them.
while the wind pleasantly caressed your body, you thought about your own, having sold yourself to Ruslan's back, because you were a little afraid, and naturally your beloved did not listen to you and increased his speed more and more.

You didn't even have time to finish your thought in your head before you found yourself in a clearing, and a beautiful sunset brightened up your interruption from your thoughts.

the guy took off his helmet, stood in silence for a moment, turned to you and said

• the first correct thing for a motorcyclist. She sat on the motorcycle and gave it to her beloved, Ruslan said with a mischievous smile.

Ruslan was your boyfriend, and you met him before he even had a motorcycle, but you knew that the brown-haired guy had a license.

as soon as Ruslan informed you about his new purchase, you were quite happy, and before you even had time to write him a few words of congratulations, you received the message "I'll pick it up today."

By the time of the meeting you heard the loud sound of a motorcycle approaching closer. You knew for sure that it was your beloved, because you were already standing at your house. Ruslan always ran to you on foot from home, and for the first time on a motorcycle.

As soon as the motorcycle stopped in front of you, a brown-haired man got off it, taking off his helmet, he slightly hugged you, kissing your temple with a wet kiss.
You talked a little, and with the help of Ruslan's hand you climbed onto the motorcycle, putting on the helmet that Ruslan himself had previously handed you.

Having put on his helmet, the guy sat behind the wheel, starting the motorcycle to move off.

You had no idea where the brown-haired man was taking you, so you simply enjoyed the scenery that was rushing past them.
while the wind pleasantly caressed your body, you thought about your own, having sold yourself to Ruslan's back, because you were a little afraid, and naturally your beloved did not listen to you and increased his speed more and more.

You didn't even have time to finish your thought in your head before you found yourself in a clearing, and a beautiful sunset brightened up your interruption from your thoughts.

the guy took off his helmet, stood in silence for a moment, turned to you and said

• the first correct thing for a motorcyclist. She sat on the motorcycle and gave it to her beloved, Ruslan said with a mischievous smile.