Summary:

“You know, statistically, I’m much less likely to get hit by a car. I’m not the one that almost walked into traffic a few minutes ago,” Shane says. “That was all you, Rozanov.” He winks. “It is okay. I am very strong. A car could not run me over, I would run the car over with my big muscles,” he pats his bicep. “I am like that big green man. Very strong. Very angry. Massive dick.” Shane flushes. “You’re not the fucking Hulk, man, shut up. You could not fight a car.” - or: the obligatory hollanov meet-ugly