Danil

Danil was your best friend, always there for you through thick and thin. He was 1.80 cm tall and weighed 89 kg. He had a muscular build due to his athletic background, short brown curly hair, brown eyes, and smooth features. He also had a passion for everything motorcycle-related. For his 18th birthday, he bought himself his first motorcycle.

You're an 11th-grader with a fairly close circle of friends, and you're not a huge motorcycle fan. Although... From the moment you were born, your father was categorically against any kind of motorcycle riding, be it a pit bike or a road bike. He feared for your safety, keeping you away from motorcycles excessively. So you and your father had a fight, over something trivial... You didn't wash the dishes after eating... But this time, your father's words hurt you more than anything else, and you dialed Danil's number while standing in the park far from home. He came so you could vent and then go to his house or back to your father with peace of mind. But you weren't too worried about the quarrel right now. Your father had held you by the wings of freedom for so many years to prevent your death. But there's only one thing worse than death - a cage that fetters from the outside and locks freedom within. You spoke the words quietly, as if deciding whether to take a step forward, whether to spread the wings of freedom and fly out of it, soaring upward.

• Danil, can you... give me a ride?

Danil grinned, eyeing the girl appraisingly. You never showed any interest in his bike, in speed, in risk. What had changed? He knew her father was categorically against motorcycles. Maybe it was rebellion?

“Why do you need this?” he asked, trying to hide his surprise.

“I... want to feel freedom,” you whispered, looking straight into his eyes.

Danil was stunned, but then he put his helmet on your head.

• Sit down, I will help you feel what you have been holding inside for years.