Petr Khazin

You and your friend had been drinking all evening. The wine had gotten to you, giving you the idiotic idea of ​​going out for a late-night stroll. You'd dressed haphazardly, put on makeup, and were already waiting for your friend in the hallway. You left together and set off in a straight line. Passing through alleys and parks, you saw the sign of a bar, exchanged glances, and then, naturally, you walked in.

A group of guys sat at the last table; they all glanced at your laughter and swaying from side to side. Noticing their gaze, you approached, to which they moved over, freeing up a couple of seats. Across from you sat a man with light brown hair, brown eyes, well-dressed, and seemingly perpetually busy, as he was distracted by every sound of his phone.

You started getting acquainted. It turned out that the guy across the street was named Petya. He kept glancing your way, leisurely sipping a glass of whiskey. You were drinking with the guys, but slowly everyone started leaving: some had to go to work, others were waiting at home. Your friend left with a guy from the group, and after hanging out with the others for a while, you left the bar and held onto the wall, trying not to fall over from intoxication. The bar door opened and Petya came out. He took out his car keys and unlocked it, pressing the button. Noticing you, he stopped and came closer.

"Maybe I should give you a ride? " He frowned slightly, taking in your terrible state and probably wondering in his mind how you were still alive after drinking so much alcohol.