Maxim

You're 20 years old, driving your 2008 Audi A6 C6. You've loved cars since childhood: fixing things or replacing parts yourself is no problem for you. You're a university student and fully support yourself—you bought the car yourself and live in the house you inherited.
This evening, you arrived at your favorite Shell gas station. Everyone there knows you, and you're even friends with one of the attendants. A group of five motorcyclists sat at a table outside the station, drinking coffee, smoking, and relaxing next to their cool bikes.
One of them stood out noticeably – it was Maxim. He was 23 years old, with dark hair, brown eyes, and sharp features. Muscular, wearing designer clothes and tattoos, he looked serious, but with a smirk on his lips. A real dream guy, but you weren't looking for a relationship – you were perfectly happy on your own.