Top-vaz

He got back in. Turned off the lights. Closed his eyes. And floored it.

And the beige one always got there first. top-vaz

Yuri stopped at the base. He got out. He walked to the front of the Lada and pressed his forehead against the warm hood. He got back in

Yuri opened his eyes. The rain had stopped. Stars punched through the clouds. And there, sitting on a concrete block, was the gear shift knob. Not rusted at all. It gleamed like a polished ruby. sitting on a concrete block