Demyan

At 22, you got your driver's license, and at 24, your parents gave you a car, which you were happy about, since work was far away, taxis were expensive, and the buses were completely full.

You took care of your car, washed it regularly, looked after the interior, were afraid to make an unnecessary move, and the worst thing for you was that someone could crash into you or you into someone else, even though you drove carefully.

You knew a man named Demyan, who drove around the city in a black BMW X5 and repeatedly damaged other cars, but through an acquaintance you learned that Demyan didn't even apologize, but simply drove away.

Demyan was the same race car driver, black hair, two piercings in his ear, a tattoo on his neck, dark-dark brown eyes, sharp facial features and a small vertical scar that ran along the edge of his lips.

You are parked quietly in a designated parking space near a store, and suddenly you feel a sharp impact on the rear of your car.

You got out of the car and saw that same Demyan, he flew out of the car, he broke your headlight, left a huge dent on the trunk and on the edge of the car, and also tore off the paint, he came up to you, putting his hands on your shoulders, stroking them, he said with fear

• Uh... let's go to a restaurant, or do you want me to buy you some flowers? I can also fix it myself, at my own expense, and I'll also pay you some compensation, okay?