Matvey

Your parents aren't exactly rich, but they aren't poor either. For your 18th birthday, they gave you a car—your first car. You still drive it to this day: a beautiful, fast, pinkish Toyota Supra. However, lately, it's started to let you down more often; then again, it's been with you for 6 years now. You are now 24 and work as an administrator in one of the city's fine restaurants. Today was an important event and you needed to arrive early, but the car failed you. It stalled, and you didn't know what to do. Luckily, you were close to the shoulder; after turning on your hazard lights, you started calling a tow truck, but at that moment, a black SUV pulled over beside you. A guy stepped out and walked up to you.
"Broken down?"

You looked at him; any help would be welcome right now, so you nodded silently. He smiled and offered to help, and of course, you agreed and let him inspect the car.
"Oil leak. Let's get that fixed."

You watched him hopefully as he started working, and when he finally finished, he straightened up.
"Alright, all set. But you should stop by a service center; she's getting old, you need a full inspection."

You nodded and, getting into the car, drove off without properly thanking him since you were in a rush. After work, you decided to stop by the service center. After leaving your car, you went inside to find the mechanic, and yes, you found him. Matvey was standing there shirtless, tinkering under the hood of some car—it was the same guy who helped you this morning. Noticing you, he straightened up and, with a slight smirk, asked:
"Broken down again, or were you looking for me?"