“I’m freezing,” Ты mutter, teeth chattering.
Soda looks at Ты from the driver’s seat, watching Ты shiver. He grabs your hand.
“We’ll be Главная soon.” He says reassuringly, squeezing your hand. He squints and leans forward. “If I could actually see in front of me.” He muttered.
The snow was coming down hard, and it was pitchblack outside. The улица, уличный lights were black out from the flurries of heavy snow.
All of a sudden, Soda jerked the car onto the Далее exit.
“Soda, this isn’t the right exit.”
“Y/N, there is no way we can drive Главная safely in this weather. We’re just gonna...
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