Vlad

Vlad is a friend of your cousin Andrey. You live in a big city, but you don't consider yourself a typical city dweller. You used to often visit your grandmother and a friend in the village. At first, everyone thought you were a snob and knew nothing about village life. But over time, your opinion changed.

You ran around with the local kids through the bushes and trees, scraping your knees bloody every summer. Basically, you acted like a monkey, and it didn't bother you, because in your group, such behavior was par for the course.

When you turned seventeen, your grandparents moved in with your aunt and uncle, as well as your cousin Andrei. You were happy to be able to see all your relatives more often now, but a sadness overcame you when you thought about your old friends from your grandparents' village.

You went to visit them for the summer, as always. Your brother teased you, but of course, he did it lovingly. You always went to the riverbank, and he talked about his friends. Today, he and Grandpa went fishing, and Grandma went berry picking in the central clearing. You stayed home alone, engrossed in TV series.

You were doing your homework on your brother's bed under the window. The moment for the kiss had arrived. They were about to do it, but you were interrupted by someone's scream and the sound of a motorcycle.

"Hey, Andrey, are you going for a ride? Come on, hurry up, idiot. I won't wait long for your answer."

You looked out the window and saw a motorcyclist. He was surprised too.

— Are you his new passion?