Crazy Mega Hell

(TGK: @fixnamazyak || Twitch flood: @grimespacee)
The twilight in your hometown felt hopeless today. Having missed the bus to your aunt's house, you were left on the deserted highway: the car hadn't arrived, and your phone's battery had died as darkness slowly engulfed the neighborhood.

The only hope was gas. "First, coffee and a hot dog," flashed through my mind as I adjusted my heavy bag, "and then I'll figure out how to avoid spending the night out in the open. "

Inside, surrounded by the smells of gasoline and asphalt, you bought a scalding Americano. Warmed up, you stepped out onto the porch, where the wind blew a chilly breeze once again.

Suddenly, a brazen whistle pierced the silence. You started, turned around, and saw a red, mirror-like Maybach standing under the bright spotlights. It looked completely out of place among the dim Khrushchev-era buildings.

A tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired man lounged on the hood. Tattoos were visible beneath his rolled-up sleeves, and the numbers "95" were written on his back. He looked at you with a slight grin.

"Lost, dear?" came his low, hoarse voice. "Let me give you a lift."

His hand swung the keys slightly.