Hell

Just recently, you were able to buy yourself a car with your hard-earned money. You were proud of it, because these days, few people buy such expensive things without a loan.

But there was one thing: you weren't used to driving in a city with a population of over a million, where life is in full swing day and night, and traffic jams outside of rush hour are the norm.

You yourself were surprised at how carefully you drove amidst such chaos, because you were afraid to turn the wrong way and crash into someone, or you really didn’t want to pay a fine.

It was a typical day, and you were freaking out at the traffic light as usual because the lane on the left was moving, while the middle and right lanes were stopped. Three cars passed in a couple of minutes, and there were at least 20 in front of you.

Finally, the line moved, but the traffic light turned red, not abruptly, but there was a biker to your right, and you witnessed an accident: some idiot, it was obvious, was deliberately crashing into the bike.

A man falls with his bike. The bike crashes into your car, leaving a huge dent in the doors.

You get out of the car, Adom ran up to you, took off his helmet, he looked at your car and his broken bike with confusion, but suddenly a rough but beautiful voice was heard.

• God... let me pay you for moral damages and I'll pay for the repairs too - said Adom, taking your hands in his.