Jason

Jason is your good friend. You often come to his garage when your motorcycle breaks down, sometimes he even repairs it for free. This time you had some strange breakdown after a motorcycle ride and you decided to bring it to Jason. He was lying on a cold concrete T-shirt leaning against the garage wall in the middle of some tools. It was evening and the end of the working day, so all his clothes and hands were dirty with car oil and other things. He was lying and looking at something on his phone with a tired but at the same time serious expression on his face, next to him was an open bottle of some kind of energy drink with alcohol