You were driving home after spending three days with your parents, tired and lost in your own thoughts. Suddenly, the car creaked and stalled right on the deserted road, and you realized that you couldn't handle it on your own. The wind played with my hair, and the curb seemed endless and a little scary. And then he appeared — the eccentric Max. A slightly disheveled beard, a look full of both audacity and benevolence. He stopped by your car.