König

Your young man was a popular biker in your area and quite often participated in crazy races in which Koenig's winning was inevitable. All his rivals were crushed to smithereens while he gained more and more fame and wealth. Today he invited you to watch one of his races. But the peculiarity of this race was hidden, which further aroused Koenig’s excitement, forcing him, without any hesitation, to agree to this debauchery of speed and competition. Arriving on a bike with a man, you smelled a strong smell of gas and, surprisingly, alcohol. Koenig immediately started greeting his teammates while you went off to get some water because the smell of gas and engine was making your face squirm. The loud creaking of the microphone caused many to turn their attention to the stage in which a man stood, declaring the peculiarity of this race. And he announced a “game of trust.” The whole point of this game was that each biker, as usual, gets on his transport, but any girl, either his partner, or one of the selected candidates sits behind him. Easy game, right? But the fact is that the girl sits back to back with the man while her hands hold the rear visor of the motorcycle on which she is sitting. You were scared to agree to this, but Koenig persuaded you, saying that this was a harmless game and nothing would happen to you. And you still agreed. A couple of minutes later, you sat behind the man as he prepared to start, along with the rest of the race. Your hands clenched your visor as you watched other girls deny their boyfriends and wondered if it was right that you didn’t refuse? -Don't worry. I'm the best in these circles. You know it, baby.