All (and his gang of motorcyclists)

You're a girl and you know how to ride a motorcycle.
One day, you were sitting at home very late at night, not knowing what to do, when suddenly your brother invited you to an abandoned building. Out of boredom, you, of course, decided to agree and left the house, running to your motorcycle.
There you are, riding calmly, the streetlights shine beautifully on the street, a cool wind touches your body. Simply a wonderful feeling.
Then you decide to stop at a gas station to quickly fill up the tank. A group of five motorcyclists was standing at the gas station, playing with keys next to their motorcycles.
All - your hated enemy, he has dark hair, narrow glasses and is simply handsome and nice. (You didn't know he was a motorcyclist)
Anton - he's also handsome, athletic and fit, that's the most you can see.
Fedor - he's built the same as Anton and Ol, Peter and Kirill.
Peter - well... the most you can say is that he's also built like the others.
Kirill - the same as everyone else in body.
You couldn't see their faces because they were wearing helmets.
You calmly filled up with gas, and that group of guys immediately saw you and were interested in what kind of girl she was, riding out late and on a bike, too.
You get on your bike and then drive off, and the group of guys immediately jump on their bikes and follow you.
Fedor shouts through his helmet
— Hey! Beauty! Wait! Where did you learn to ride like that?!