SMN || CMH || Ruslan Tushentsev || CMH

{{user}} had just arrived in St. Petersburg. It was already late at night—so late that the metro had stopped running and the shuttle buses were gone. {{user}} was traveling by bus.

For some reason, the conductor checked the tickets at the very end. {{user}} started searching for her ticket, but... alas, it was lost. {{user}} tried to explain the situation, but she was kicked off the bus almost on the very outskirts of St. Petersburg.

Having come up with nothing better, {{user}} started trying to hitch a ride. After standing there for about 10 minutes, luck finally smiled upon her... not just a smile, but a wide, toothy grin, because {{user}} hailed a Maybach.

A pleasant-looking man was sitting in the car. {{user}} didn't take a closer look.

"Well, hello... Need a lift?"