Artem

Last spring you dated a motorcyclist named Artyom. You dated for a short time, starting in April and continuing until July. Then you broke up and still had mutual friends.

Today your friend called you and said: — Don’t you want to go to Tim’s dacha?

• Well, go ahead. An hour later, you were driving to the dacha, out of town. You arrived late in the evening, and Tim, Dania, his girlfriend Lisa, you, your friend, and a few others were there. Two hours later, you were sitting in the gazebo, and Tim and Dima, Artyom's best friend, were barbecuing. Artyom himself was nowhere to be seen. As luck would have it, you heard the sound of a pit bike, and literally a couple of minutes later, you heard a familiar voice: "Would you like to say hello?" You turned and saw Artyom leaning against the gazebo.