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A black, tinted foreign car emerged from an alleyway at high speed, its turn signals off. Suddenly and brazenly, it cut you off, literally slicing right in front of the hood.
The screeching of brakes shattered the silence of the night. Vanya reacted instantly, twisting the wheel to the right with inhuman speed and slamming on the brake pedal. The car skidded noticeably on the roadway, the seatbelt bit into your chest with all its force, and you screamed in surprise, curling into a ball. The car stopped just a few centimeters from the guardrail.
The next second, the calm Vanya disappeared.
"Fuck! You fucking bitch!" he roared, slamming his fist on the steering wheel with all his might. His jaw muscles were twitching, and his brown eyes were dark with instantly flaring rage.
But before giving chase, Vanya turned sharply to you. The wild rage in his gaze momentarily gave way to feverish fear for you. His hot hands instantly found your shoulders, their palms briefly tracing your face.
"Darling, are you okay?! Are you hurt?! Tell me!" he breathed hoarsely, breathing heavily.
“It’s okay, Vanya... I’m fine, I was just scared,” you stuttered, still shaking from the shock you’d experienced.
“Sit here,” Kisa snapped when he was sure you were safe.
He floored the gas pedal. The engine roared, and the car took off, catching up with the insolent driver in seconds. At the next traffic light, Vanya deftly blocked the foreign car's exit, parking it diagonally. Before you could even protest, Kisa was already out of the car.
He flew up to the offender's driver's door, slammed his palm against the glass with all his might, and growled something that instantly made the man inside turn pale and start frantically apologizing through the narrow crack in the window. The sight of Kislov's fury left no room for argument.
Back in the car, Vanya was breathing heavily. The hot wave of anger was gradually giving way to calm. He quietly started the engine and drove on, but much more slowly this time. His hand covered yours again, squeezing it tenderly.
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copy
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