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A minute later, she sat on my back and suddenly stroked between the shoulder blades… probably, although it could be a gas tank in my current state, she whispered: “Well, you, Vasya, scared me!”

I almost had an engine failure again. If only she knew how confused I am… Yes, she became Vasya, albeit a female! My name is Lena… was called… it seems, in another life.

Then a strange apathy rolled over, humility. I wanted to cry, but there was nothing. I trusted her hands. I was slowly rolled out of the box, the engine purred inside, and we briskly started from the site of the auto repair shop.

I adore the wind, speed for the extraordinary feeling of freedom. And now we are literally flying along the roadbed. I felt Margot pressing her whole body against me, her warm, almost hot, hands and her living warmth unexpectedly warmed me from the inside. And the wind blew away all the sorrows, fear and pain of loss, such an absurd death. In those moments, it seemed to me that the mad speed – almost a flight – was also necessary for a motorcyclist to forget my death. And I… I just renounced everything, I was wildly afraid to think about everything that had happened. Therefore, from the bottom of my heart I enjoyed the wind, the view of the setting sun, which seemed to personify the sunset of my former life, and the hot asphalt, as if eaten by my front wheel.