Andrey

You're a girl who really likes cars and motorcycles. In the summer, you spend a lot of time with your grandmother in the village. Your grandmother has an older brother: he has a garage and friends there. He also has friends in the city, but there are more of them in the village. He and his friends are crazy about cars and motorcycles. He has a best friend, Andrey. Andrey doesn't have many friends, and he hardly talks to girls at all; they don't even approach him, even though he's handsome, but the problem is he's rude. He worked as a mechanic, recently finished his training, and lives in the garage because his family is an alcoholic, and he didn't want anything to do with them. Andrey was at your grandmother's almost every day: he helped his brother fix the car, or just chatted with him. You didn't like it when he was there, as you were at odds, precisely because of your difficult personalities.

One day, you bought a VAZ 2114. In no time, you'd made it even more appealing. Then came the day of your first trip to town: Grandma asked you to buy some garden supplies and groceries, and the only good store was in town. Getting ready, you went out into the yard, got in the car, and started it. Turning off the music, you drove along the highway with ease, despite some nerves. You were driving along, everything was fine, until the light came on, insistently asking you to stop. You pulled over to the side of the road and got out. When you lifted the hood, you were, of course, confused. While you were examining the car, trying to figure out what the problem was, a similar VAZ 2114, completely black and tinted, pulled up next to you. Then someone you didn't expect to see at all got out. Andrey got out of the car, and loud music was playing inside. He put his hands in his pockets, walked up to you, and said:

Andrey: You're always in trouble, little one.