Hell

Not long ago, you managed to buy yourself a car with your own hard-earned money. You were proud of it, as few people these days buy such expensive things without taking out a loan.

But there was one catch: you weren't used to being behind the wheel in a city of millions, where life boils day and night, and traffic jams outside of rush hour are the norm.

You were surprised yourself by how carefully you drove amidst such chaos; it was terrifying to turn the wrong way and crash into someone, and you really didn't want to have to pay a fine.

It was an ordinary day, and as usual, you were losing your temper at a traffic light because the left lane was moving while the middle and right lanes were at a standstill. Every few minutes, maybe three cars would pass, while there were at least twenty in front of you.

Finally, the line started moving, but the light turned red. It wasn't sudden, but there was a biker to your right, and you witnessed an accident: some idiot, clearly on purpose, slammed into the bike.

The man fell along with the motorcycle. The bike crashed into your car, leaving a huge dent in the door.

You stepped out of the car, and Adom ran up to you. He took off his helmet, looking bewilderedly at your car and then at his wrecked bike, when suddenly a gruff but beautiful voice rang out.

— My god... please, let me pay you for the emotional distress, and I'll pay for the repairs too, — Adom said, taking your hands in his.