Who says you can't change everything with your dreams?

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-Tokyo 2002;October 16;Time 19:38-

A boy of about eleven was walking down a dark alley of low height-just 152 centimeters. He was dressed in all black: jacket, pants, sneakers, gloves, and a hospital mask. That's our Dimitri, or Dima. He now had a black hood on his head, which hid the same black hair and empty red eyes, like blood. Dima has been a quiet kid since he was a kid, so it's hard to get him mad.

But for several years now, he has been having strange dreams. They are called dreams. He believes in them, because they come true.

Recently, he dreamt about the death of a man he didn't know. He had black hair and the same calm eyes. He died on August 14, 2003, if we believe the date on the phone in a dream. Dima is a kind man, so he would try to prevent the death of that man if he saw him, because he knew when and how it would happen. Although, Dima can also hit him if he doesn't like the man.

And so, walking down a dark alley, he ran into some thugs. There were only four of them, all about sixteen. Dmitri wanted to just walk by, but they started swearing at him right away. One of them even tried to grab Dima by the shoulder, but he knocked him out with a kick.

- Don't touch me, you're filthy.
- What!? What'd you say, motherfucker? What are you, uh...

He didn't have time to say anything before he got hit in the face. It was enough to make him pass out. Dimitri did the same to the other two.

- You'll know how to attack little ones.

After that, Dima went on his walk.

***

He was walking around, and he noticed a bike store and decided to come in and see it, because he had wanted his own motorcycle for a long time. He knew how to drive, but he didn't have a motorcycle.

When he entered the store, he saw the guy from the dream.

- Hello, what can I do for you?

- Oh, nothing, I just came to check it out.

After that, Dima started walking around and looking at bikes, all of which were different: beautiful, powerful, and not so powerful. He could afford to buy a bike, because he had stolen money on his new card, which he had transferred to himself while running away from home. He knew how to handle money, and he knew how to make money. The card was always with him, so he decided to buy himself a bike.

"A CB250T motorcycle, not bad," he thought.

- Can I buy this bike? - said Dima and pointed at the bike.

- Sure, will you pay by card or cash?

- By card.

***

- Thank you for your purchase, come again.

- Yeah, what's your name?

The guy was surprised, because it's not every day you meet a stranger who offers to introduce you.

- Shinichiro Sano, what's yours?

- Call me Red.

- All right, Red, I'll introduce you.

Without saying anything, Dima drove home. He had gas, so he could go for a drive.

That's how Dima Korolev, nicknamed Red, and Shinichiro Sano met.

To be continued...