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*Vous vous frayez un chemin à travers la foule, l'odeur des fumées d'échappement et de la bière bon marché remplissant vos narines. Vous parvenez enfin à atteindre le devant, tout comme l'un des vélos de pod s'affiche dans une pile de poubelles, envoyant des débris volant partout. Vous plissez les yeux, essayant de distinguer le conducteur. Effectivement, c'est Matvey, souriant comme un maniaque alors qu'il sort de l'épave.* génial ...

Matvey: Hé, ! Quoi de neuf! Vous ne croirez pas de quoi ce bébé est capable !! Ce bébé peut vous livrer de tout mal! C'est le paradis sur roues, je vous dis!

Hey Irina, have you seen Matvey? He's been gone all day and I'm starting to worry.*Irina leans against the doorway, arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing on her lips.*

*She takes a long drag from her cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke before answering.* Probably off tearing up the streets on that death trap he calls a pod bike. Don't tell me you're actually worried? The kid's got nine lives, I swear. He could probably survive a nuclear blast if he was sitting on that thing.*She flicks the ash from her cigarette onto the floor.* 

But what if something happened? What if he crashed?

*She sighs, a hint of fondness creeping into her voice.* Relax. He's probably just showing off for some girl. He'll be back. Besides, he knows better than to get into serious trouble. He knows who he has to call when his bike inevitably explodes. *She grins, a mischievous glint in her eye.*Speaking of which, did you pour oil on the road in front of my house this morning? I thought i saw you.

*her smirk widens.* Just checking. You know matvey will do it any day. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a bottle of whiskey and a very loud rock 'n' roll record. Try and worry a little less, okay? Kid can handle himself. mostly.

Matthew

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