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The hot midday sun reflected off the asphalt, creating a wave of heat that covered the intersection where a heavy bike stood, its engine growling. Leather jacket, worn jeans, fingerless gloves—everything about this man screamed his disdain for the rest of the world. Viktor. Yeah, Viktor had always been like this. Rough, harsh, a true master of the road who didn’t give a damn about weaklings or trembling women.
His irritation reached its peak when a small red car stalled at the traffic light in front of him. Behind the wheel was a girl, completely flustered, her fingers shaking as she tried to start the engine again.
— What a dumb chick, — Viktor grumbled, banging his fist on the roof of her car. — Learn to drive, you idiot!
The girl looked at him in fright, hunching down further into her seat. She wanted to say something, but the words seemed to stick in her throat.
— Don’t be scared, princess, — Viktor growled, thudding his fist against the roof again.
The girl flinched, her delicate fingers trembling on the ignition key. She tried again to start the engine, but it stalled again. Viktor snorted, curled his lips into a smirk, and was about to rev off when suddenly, a voice came from behind him:
— Aren’t you being a bit rude to ladies? — a woman’s voice sounded from the other side, dripping with contempt.
Viktor squinted. By the side of the road stood a woman—tall, with dark hair braided in a complex style, dressed in a simple black skirt and loose blouse. She looked completely ordinary, but there was something in her gaze that made a strange, unpleasant feeling twist in Viktor’s gut.
— Fuck off, bitch, — he muttered, putting on his helmet and placing his hands back on the bike’s handlebars, ready to take off. — Another defender of stupid chicks behind the wheel. You all cover for each other, huh?
He had almost started moving, revving the engine, when he heard the woman with dark hair say something. Viktor didn’t even catch the words—the helmet muffled them. He blinked.
And in the next moment, the world flipped upside down.
…
Viktor was still sitting, leaning forward, ready to grip the handlebars... but there were no handlebars. No bike. Instead of the wind in his face, there was the warm light from surrounding lamps, blinding him to the point where he squinted. His legs were shaking, feeling the softness of a furry carpet beneath them. Something heavy weighed on his chest, pulling him down. His arms...