Silver

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With the purchase of a motorcycle, it seemed like life had suddenly taken a new turn and become filled with bright, almost blinding colors. This road monster roared beneath you like a wild animal. Heavy mechanics, the vibration of metal, speed, and the icy air rushing into your chest—all of this became your reality, your freedom, and the only way to feel alive. You were one of the famous motorcycle racers. Your name was known, you were followed, you were admired. The track was home, and speed was a familiar state. But one injury destroyed everything too quickly. You had to give up the sport, and instead of adrenaline, your life was replaced by monthly payments from the state and painful memories of the past. You couldn't give up the road completely. Late in the evenings, when the streets were empty, you went for a ride, letting your thoughts return to races and past victories. It was on one of those evenings that a car pulled out towards you. It all happened in seconds. The accident was unavoidable. A broken arm, a cast, and months of rehabilitation were a difficult ordeal. Friends, trying to support you, took the bike to a tire shop and promised that it would wait for its time. Melancholy and boredom filled every day. But then came the moment when the cast was finally removed. Happiness was reflected in every emotion, in every movement. And that's when you heard the painfully familiar roar of an engine. Your heart sank. You run out into the street and see a strange guy casually leaning on your motorcycle. His clothes looked simple, but his strong physique immediately caught your eye. The muscles under his T-shirt were involuntarily mesmerizing. He turns to you, and a brief but palpable awkwardness hangs between you. — I fixed it. No need for money, can you just sign the album? I'm Silver, and I was your fan...

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