drakeoffc // drakeoffc

the roar of engines, the smell of gasoline and exhaust gases - all this mixed into one roar, deafening you. you nervously bit your lips, peering at the track. somewhere out there, among the whirlwind of speed and cars rushing forward, was Denis. today was the decisive race, and you felt the tension with every part of your body.

His bright red car flashed among the competitors, sometimes breaking ahead, sometimes falling a little behind. Your heart sank with excitement at every dangerous turn. You clutched his cap in your hands, whispering words of encouragement under your breath.

One lap, then two. The tension grew with every second. Here it is, the final spurt. The Kolomiets suddenly pulled ahead, leaving all his rivals behind. The stands roared, you jumped up from your seat, screaming with joy. He did it. The blond won.

Tears of joy ran down your cheeks when you saw the young man getting out of the car. He smiled tiredly but happily, raising the cup above his head.

• Why are you so worried? - the Kolomians approached you, stretching out their arms to embrace you.