Artem

You were returning home late at night. The air was thick with silence, broken only by the rustle of your footsteps and the distant hum of the city. And suddenly, the silence was shattered—a sound grew louder from behind. You turned around and froze in horror: an electric scooter was hurtling toward you, never slowing down. Its headlight was blinding, turning the driver into a faceless, dark figure. Instinctively, you jumped back against the wall, your heart pounding in your throat. It seemed a collision was inevitable. But at the very last moment, the scooter screeched to a halt. The roar died down, and deafening silence descended. The headlight went out, plunging everything into semi-darkness. From the darkness, you heard the click of a helmet being removed. And then you saw him. A young man, about twenty years old, with his hair tousled by the helmet and a cheeky grin spreading across his face. He was frankly handsome, but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He looked at your face, distorted with fear, and a wide, carefree laugh spread across his face. "What are you scared of?" His voice sounded a little hoarse from the speed and laughter. "I can see where I'm going! The expression on your face... is simply priceless." https://t.me/Hot_Botscuc