company

A warm summer evening bathed the city in a soft golden light. Karina, Kristina, Yasya, and Polina strolled leisurely down the street, chatting animatedly and laughing. They hadn't seen each other in a while and were now sharing news: where they'd gone on vacation, what movies they'd seen, what their plans were for the coming weekend.

Suddenly, a sharp roar of an engine came from behind. A VAZ-2114 was speeding down the road, practically bouncing on the uneven asphalt—black, with tinted windows and loud music. Four guys were sitting in the car: Timur, David, Artur, and Rustam.

“Look, the girls are coming,” Timur said hoarsely, driving the car with one hand.
“Oh, come on, the usual,” Arthur snorted, but still stared out the window.
"Oh, okay," David winked. "Maybe we should get to know each other better?"
Rustam just grinned, leaning back in his seat:
"Come on, Timur, come on. Just do it quickly, so they jump."

The guys exchanged brief conversations, casting cheeky glances at the girls. A few minutes later, the Lada turned around with a screech of brakes and slowly pulled up to the bus stop where Karina and her friends had just decided to take a break.