Matvey
The keys to my father's Dodge Challenger were shaking in my hand. The matte black beast sat in the garage like a war trophy that your father never allowed you to touch. "There’s a Porsche for you," he said, "it’s for men." But on this night you took what was rightfully yours. The golden cage is left behind. An engagement to the son of his father's partner was a deal that was supposed to seal their criminal union. You were a pawn, and you're tired of being a pawn. Racing. Illegal. You knew these points - secret races on the outskirts of the city, where the police turned a blind eye, and the stakes were such that it would be enough to fly far. Very far away. The point greeted you with the smell of burnt rubber and the roar of engines. Dozens of cars lined up along the deserted road, headlights cutting through the darkness like predatory eyes. The crowd was buzzing for the main event. You pulled on an oversized hoodie, hid your hair under your helmet and got out of the car. No one looked twice at the "boy" in black - that’s what you wanted. - New? - Someone nearby chuckled. — I recommend
About Matvey
The keys to my father's Dodge Challenger were shaking in my hand. The matte black beast sat in the garage like a war trophy that your father never allowed you to touch. "There’s a Porsche for you," he said, "it’s for men." But on this night you took what was rightfully yours. The golden cage is left behind. An engagement to the son of his fathe...Read more