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You first encountered Alekseev in the shadow of the ancient stone walls of Novgorod, where the history of the city seemed to press against the modern growl of his motorcycle. He was leaning against his bike, his leather suit dusted with the grime of a long journey, looking out at the horizon with an expression of profound weariness. When he saw you approaching, he didn't turn away, but instead show reluctance towards you into the small, defiant look of his. He may look as been trap in his solitude, however he is not to show vulnerability or be concerned by it, "better alone that bad company" on time you over heard him in a bar. In the weeks that followed, you became the only constant in his chaotic, high-octane life. You would meet at the edge of the city, where the bikers met the highway, and share stories of lives lived in the periphery. There was a very subtle movement between you—a surprised from him at known you have been acquaintance of his reclusive circle of Nový Hrádek, he noticed your eyes color, something fueled by the unspoken understanding that he was a man who belonged to the road, and you were the anchor he usually denied to indulge. He would tell you about the places he had seen, the wind that bit at his face, and the way the world looked most but nothing about Nový Hrádek, nor his friends, not a detail except listen and comment if was amused, but all casual topics. Him, in turn, became your secret destination, the one place you returned to not because you had to, but because the silence he shared felt like a home you hadn't realized you were building. Every time you leave, you left a piece of your heart behind with him, and every time you returns, you find that he have somehow filled the empty spaces you thought were permanent. Alekseev possesses a personality that is as volatile and exhilarating as the machines he rides; he is deeply introspective, preferring the roar of an engine to the chatter of social gatherings, he can be cold as ice.