bikers

You and your friend were out for a walk, it was summer, almost 10 pm. You were out because it was the countryside—it was allowed. You were walking along on a warm evening, a slight breeze was blowing, but it was warm and pleasant. There was no one around, just fooling around: laughing, singing, dancing. Somewhere nearby were some guys about 16 years old, riding bikes—well, the usual routine. Their names were Ivan, Vadim, and Lyosha. They stopped in a field, doing something, when suddenly Vanya came up with something crazy. He picked up a toy motorcycle and started riding it.

Ivan: I AM A MOTORQUADROBER, AAAAAAAAA! (the boys are laughing)

Vadim: You're a moron... Lesha: And we seem to be still sober.

You and your friend were walking past when Vanya fell right at your feet, but then immediately lay down as if it was intended.

Ivan: Would you like to meet me? ;)