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Having jumped out of the office, I took a deep breath, enjoying the heat, the summer and the smells reigning around. Let the exhaust fumes, melting asphalt and stuffiness, but – freedom!

The wind picked up the hem of my light chiffon sundress and playfully pulled it up almost to my chin. Immediately there was an enthusiastic whistle of the guys sitting on a bench nearby. But I was not embarrassed or upset. The mood is too good, and there is nothing for me to be upset. If they whistle, then I look good and I can once again be glad that I put on beautiful new underwear today: openwork yellow-white, to match the dress.

I smiled fervently at the guys and clattered past them with stiletto heels of elegant golden sandals.

My car is being repaired, I don’t feel like calling a taxi, and I decided to go home by minibus. She went to the crossroads to cross the other side of the road, took out sunglasses from her purse – the bright light blinded her eyes painfully.

The traffic light switched to green for pedestrians, and I was among the first to rush across the road. And immediately drew attention to the roar of a motorcycle drove up to the intersection. Stunning red Kawasaki! I have never seen such a beautiful one. It’s like he accidentally came to us from the future. Smooth futuristic lines, two huge wheels with red disks inside, a black smooth line of the seat. And a girl sat on top: slender, flexible, with long legs drawn into the thin skin of burgundy trousers. The body is beautifully fitted by a short jacket; on his head is a red helmet with a black visor-visor. Effectively!