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The working day is over, outside the windows are summer and the sun – what could be better?! I tinted my lips with gloss, winked at my reflection in the mirror and, picking up my purse, fluttered from the workplace.

Girls, have a great weekend! – wished colleagues and rushed to the exit.

– Who cares… And who at least die: on Monday there is an audit, – I heard after the obnoxious grumbling of our chief accountant Valeria Stepanovna.

Closing the door behind me, I chuckled softly. It’s good that this doesn’t concern me anymore. From today I was transferred to the logistics department. There, both the awards and the team are more interesting and younger, and in general, you want changes in life.

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!

I even slowed down, unable to take my eyes off the red tandem – a girl and a motorcycle. It seems that all my life I dreamed of buying a similar two-wheeled monster, and here is such a chic copy. It’s a pity, I earn just enough to maintain the only vehicle, there won’t be enough money for the second one. And there is nowhere to store it.

Unexpectedly, the girl abruptly raised her hand and screamed at me, but in the next second there was a rattle of metal and a roar. I turned around and saw how the trolley bus crashed into a pole with a huge advertising banner. And this concrete colossus inevitably and strangely, as if in slow motion, fell on me. The people from the “zebra” rushed in all directions, me too. Yes, but not fate. The hairpin from the sharp turn was stuck in a crack in the asphalt softened by the heat. I jerked my leg convulsively, trying to escape from captivity, and watched in horror as the banner fell on me.

Blow, crash, pain… Before the white light faded, the sun briefly illuminated the red Kawasaki and the girl running towards me, ripping off her bright helmet and shaking her long black hair.

Original! Someone before death sees his lived life, and I see a girl and a shining motorcycle.