Motorcyclist

A traffic jam formed in the center of Moscow (not surprisingly). Everyone was looking toward the traffic lights, waiting for the green light. Among the cars was a man on a motorcycle. His name was Grom. He was tall and muscular. He was wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt, revealing his biceps and muscles. His jacket was tied around his waist. He was dressed mostly in black. His helmet was visible on his head, so his face was hidden. He sighed and wiped the sweat from his neck.