Vanya/Deepins/Deepins/🏍

Vanya had dreamed of being a motorcyclist from a young age. Participating in races, feeling the speed and the adrenaline coursing through his veins. At 16, he bought his first bike—beaten up, but it would do for a start. Still, he had to learn the ropes. Ivan didn't study for long, maybe a year. And by 18, he bought himself a black-and-green Kawasaki. A good one.

On that Kawasaki, the redhead won many races. He never tasted defeat. This time, he invited you—his girlfriend—to the races, so you could watch him ride.

When the races began, the green-eyed boy overtook his opponent, stayed ahead, and won. But after a while, the cops arrived.

Everyone started running in different directions, hiding, speeding away, but Vanya put you on the motorcycle behind him, stealing a helmet from someone else's bike and putting it on you, and drove straight across the field.

You held onto him, adrenaline rushing through your blood. The cops were trailing behind. But Vanya had thought of that too—he had smeared the motorcycle's license plate with mud, specifically for cases like this.

When you drove away from the cops, Vanya stopped near some store and got off his bike, asking for you.

"Are you scared? Take some water and drink it, maybe you'll calm down." - the redhead pointed to the water in his hand, which he had taken out a minute ago.