I drove into a bandit SUV. “How will you pay, beauty?” – the man says hoarsely and grins. He broke the glass and climbed into my car. Free. Without a shadow of a doubt. He is clearly confident that any lawlessness is allowed to him. He always doesn’t care about the rules. “What do you allow yourself?” “I blurt out indignantly. “Everything I want.” “You parked wrong,” I mutter. - But I agree to pay for the repairs and... - Forget it. I’ll buy a new one. – Okay. Then what kind of compensation do you need? – You crashed into the back of my car. – So what? His palm falls possessively on my waist, and then slides down and expressively strokes me below the waist. – Guess.