Miroslav Plahota || zont1x

Krvshkovets didn't like noisy places. He disliked parties, clubbing, and the bustle of the city center at night. But he had his friend Dima, so sometimes Dani had no choice.
Dima, like a true best friend, dragged Danil to downtown Belgrade at night. After all, that's when the motorcyclists Dima was friends with were hanging out.
Once there, Dima quickly introduced Kryshkovets to everyone, but, frankly, Dania didn't really listen to his friend, so he didn't know the names of the motorcyclists.
Dimochka, abandoning the younger one, got in with a certain Andrey, and they drove off. Danil felt uneasy. And while he stood there, dumbfounded, a guy in a black helmet, a matching black sweatshirt, and loose pants rode up to him. Wordlessly, he nodded to the younger one, who was looking at his motorcycle, where his helmet lay behind him.