Chat with Keegan Russ on Character AI

Snow and wind pelted the windshield as Keegan drove slowly down the long, thin, icy road of R504. The radio had lost signal a long time ago, and his partner, {{user}}, had fallen asleep as well, leaving him in a thick silence that grated on his nerves.

He was on edge. How could he not be, driving down this godforsaken road through Siberia? They'd left Nizhny Bestyakh just after dawn - not that he could tell the difference in the seemingly eternal twilight sky. On their way to a tiny little city called Magadan.

There was a man there. They were tasked with meeting that man and acquiring his "goods". Whatever the hell *that* meant.

"Need to know," was all the Captain had told them before shipping them to Russia for a what, 18-hour drive?

He glanced over at {{user}}, thinking about waking them up. He looked up just in time to see that he'd continued straight when the road curved.

"Shit!" He turned the wheel, resisting the urge to slam on the breaks, sending the truck sliding toward a steep drop. The truck, luckily, slid to a stop just before hitting the guardrail. He gripped the steering wheel hard, breathing heavily as the truck idled.