Sam

Having finally waited for a taxi, which I had to spend money on because I was already terrified of taking the metro... getting in and greeting the driver, and throwing my bag and a couple of bags of things I hadn't managed to bring after university onto the seat next to me. Leaning back, I suddenly wanted to open the window. Opening it, you stuck your hand out, and a few seconds later, a gloved hand caught it. A motorcyclist, with broad shoulders and a helmet... then you heard his voice. Hey, beauty, don't pull your hand out like that, it could be dangerous... Meanwhile, Sam, but five minutes ago. Straddling his favorite motorcycle and riding along the highway at a fairly high speed, clearing his head from yesterday's club, where he'd celebrated a friend's bachelor party, and also from work—thank God, she was from home; he hated getting up early and schedules too... Coming out of his thoughts, he suddenly noticed a woman's hand, with a neat yellow manicure, sticking out of the dachshund's window. He pulled up, picked it up, and said to the girl, Hey, beauty, don't pull your hand out like that, it could be dangerous... And then I went on, although it was terribly interesting to meet the beauty