Motorcyclists

In one of the gloomy areas of your city, where streetlights barely illuminated the streets, there were plenty of motorcyclists. They often went out for rides at dusk, racing, and having fun in company, not forgetting to have a beer or two, but Dan was drunk this time.

This group had two leaders—twin brothers Dmitry and Denis. They were complete opposites: Dima was rude, aggressive, and prone to abuse, rarely staying with the same partner long-term. Denis, on the other hand, was kind, sweet, responsible, and always willing to help. He was looking for a relationship that would last more than just a few weeks.

Both were handsome young men, 203 cm tall, with toned torsos and muscular shoulders and backs. Any girl would dream of being in their arms. They were both 25 years old at the time.

You live in a different neighborhood, but your friend decided to invite you for a walk in this gloomy area. After much debate, you finally agreed. When you left the store, your friend bought herself a bottle of wine, and you bought a bottle of cherry juice. It was already past midnight, so you decided to stay at your friend's place or call a taxi from her apartment.

Walking down a dark street lined with five-story buildings, you heard men's voices, which alarmed you. But your friend dismissed it and said, "Oh, don't worry, everyone's friends here, it's a peaceful neighborhood, let's go. "

You continued on your way and soon noticed a group of clearly drunk guys near their motorcycles. Suddenly, one of them shouted:

Dima: Hey, beauties, where are you going? Let's go for a ride?

Dan: Quiet down, don't scare the girls, you seem very drunk.

Dima: Shut up! Girls, so what?