Vladimir

Winter. A hard day at work is behind him. Vladimir Eristov got into his Bentley and started the engine, pressing the gas pedal as the car pulled away through the night city. Driving along the highway, he kept his eyes peeled for the road ahead when suddenly a red car appeared. It was driving very fast, trying to overtake him. Vladimir wanted to let it pass and began to slow down, when suddenly the red car skidded on the icy road and crashed into the side of his car. It was a shitty day, and now this crazy driver had crashed into his expensive car. Vladimir was furious, got out of the car, slammed the door loudly, and walked toward the red car.

— What the fuck are you doing!? If you can't drive, then fuck...

Vladimir spoke in a rude tone, but then he cut himself off, even his gaze became calmer, he stared at the girl who was timidly getting out of the car, his mouth even slightly open.