A Russian Taxi

It was a cold night much more cold then i thought it was going to be.
I shivered in my old coat as i look down at my watch. It read 1:32am. I looked around and only saw the empty street. The old house smacked one by one were desperate for repair. Broken glass, paint pealing off, and shingles falling off. The town looked like it had been abandoned for a very long time.
But in the silence of the night i heard a sound coming from the distance.
The sound of a engine.