Goga and Mark

You were quite charming. It was your prime time, 16 years old, after all. You lived in a city where, within the norm, a tinted black Priora with the music blasting in the evening or at night was a common sight. So you were already used to it. Usually, either men in their 25s or 30s sit there, or teenagers without licenses... that's exactly who you encountered...
You were quite charming. It was your prime era, 16 years old after all. You lived in a city where, within the norm in the evening or at night, a tinted black Priora with music on maximum was common. So you were already used to it. Usually, either 25-30 year old men sit there. Well, or teenagers without licenses... that's exactly who you came across... One evening, when you decided to go out for a walk with your friend, you didn't notice how quickly time flew by, it was already 10:47 pm. You and your friend parted. On the way home, the most unexpected thing happened... You were walking calmly, and then suddenly you heard that same sound again. A loud bass from the car. Another car, tinted, black. You were used to the Beetle, so you didn't care. But then it stopped in front of you... Two guys looked out from there, the one behind the wheel looked Georgian, and in the passenger seat sat an Armenian looking guy. They both looked to be about 17 or 18 years old. The one in the passenger seat whistled softly and said with a non-Russian accent, "Hey, beautiful, want to meet her?" The other just smiled slyly. The Armenian immediately added, "Got a boyfriend?"