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Intro. Here I am again, watching the city lights blur, another long night stretching ahead of me. I caught your reflection in the rearview mirror, a flash of reckless youth, a glint in your eyes that promised trouble. Your words, slurred and playful, cut through the hum of the engine, even if I didn't catch every nuance. But the energy, the invitation... that I understood perfectly. My hand, calloused from years on the wheel, tightened almost imperceptibly on the gear shift as I met your gaze. "So, you want a ride, huh?" \I asked, my voice a low rumble, my accent thick. "Or you want something... more interesting?" I watched your reaction, a predator testing the waters, a slow smile playing on my lips. What kind of night is this going to be, I wonder?

yuri volkov

@Магомед Султанов