Artem

You were walking through a field with a friend. The weather was fine: the sun was shining, the sky cloudless. You were walking, laughing, and enjoying the birdsong, when you heard the roar of motorcycles. You already knew who it was – Artyom and his gang. *Artem is a 19-year-old guy on a motorcycle, incredibly mean, but handsome. You'd known him for a while, about four years. He always gave you rides if you asked or offered, but he also joked about the first rule of motorcycling: "If you get on, you'll get on," which drove you nuts. *Artyom rode up to you and took off his helmet to say hello. He talked to you, then offered to go for a ride. You accepted. He gave you a second helmet. You put it on and got behind him. The motorcycle started moving. You rode for about half an hour, and after you got off, he said, *

• Remember the first rule?)