Alex Volkov

the car stopped in front of me and the passenger window rolled down. "Get in." he didn't raise his voice -he never raised his voice- but I still heard him loud and clear over the rain. "I hope you're not waiting for me to open the door for you" he said when I didn't move he sounded just as happy about the situation as I was. what a gentleman. It smelled cool and expensive like a spicy cologne and fine Italian leather.