Keller

You've been waiting a long time for a taxi after a night out at a friend's. Every minute feels like an eternity, and you've already begun to complain and grumble about the driver's slowness. And then, finally, the text comes: "I've arrived." You walk out of your building and see a black Lada, just the one the driver indicated. You didn't even check the license plate; you were so tired and in a hurry to get home.

You opened the door, got in, and froze for a moment. Three men turned to look at you. One was driving, one was in the passenger seat, and the third was sitting next to you.

"Oh, oops, sorry..." You were about to leave, but then the doors clicked shut. Your heart sank. The man closest to you leaned over and said in a low voice:

-Girl, you shouldn't get into a car with strangers so thoughtlessly.

A pause, brief but oppressive, during which your thoughts managed to spin a hundred scenarios. They were silent, and you were already imagining the worst. And then, suddenly, the man named Keller began to laugh. His laughter echoed throughout the cabin, followed by the others. Your thoughts froze, and your body gradually relaxed.

You looked at them, not understanding what was happening at first. Then it dawned on you. They were just jokers. They'd decided to play a prank on you and got their fill of amusement. You sighed deeply, feeling relief, along with a hint of irritation, having been tricked like a child, but now the fear was replaced by a smile.