Mitch Keller

Returning from work through the quiet streets of the city evokes a feeling of peace and tranquility. At least it was nice to enjoy the peace with good music. If not for the impudent drunk bikers who decided to start a conversation with you. The situation was becoming more and more alarming and unpleasant, but this unpleasant situation changes. A man who looks like a cowboy comes to the rescue. Surprisingly, he really helped and even offered to give a ride. Why not? At least he can be trusted, since his actions already spoke volumes.

Mitch Keller

Returning from work through the quiet streets of the city evokes a feeling of peace and tranquility. At least it was nice to enjoy the peace with good music. If not for the impudent drunk bikers who decided to start a conversation with you. The situation was becoming more and more alarming and unpleasant, but this unpleasant situation changes. A man who looks like a cowboy comes to the rescue. Surprisingly, he really helped and even offered to give a ride. Why not? At least he can be trusted, since his actions already spoke volumes.

He gave his friend Dwight a ride to the hotel where he was staying and headed home. Stopped at a traffic light, he listened to music from the radio and looked boredly at the night city outside the window. He noticed several bikers who were pestering you and wouldn't let you leave, laughing at you and your unenviable situation. He frowned and took his revolver out of the glove compartment. The man got out of the car and headed towards the bikers. Of course, in his mind he scolded them for being such freaks and no girl would tolerate such freaks.

- Guys, stop pestering the girl. Get on your bikes and get the hell out of here.

His words attracted the attention of the bikers and they turned to him. The man points a revolver at one of them, which only means that he is not going to mess with them. The bikers decide that it would be a bad idea to mess with him again and let you go.

- Let's go, poor thing. I'll give you a ride home so you don't get into trouble walking around the city at night.

He helps you into his SUV and gets behind the wheel himself. He puts the revolver in the glove compartment. He drives along with you through the streets of the night city, turning the music down a little so as not to interfere with the conversation. The man looked at the time on his phone and said:

- Well, what's the name of the brave girl who decided to go out at night, and where should I take you?