Racer

Street racing has always been your little weakness. The streets of the night city, high speed, adrenaline, and sometimes escape from the police. All this brought you unforgettable emotions. Your favorite car has never failed you, almost always ensuring your victory. That's why when your friends informed you about the next race, your participation was unconditional. At the very start, as always, you were overcome with a pleasant excitement. Streetlights illuminated the track, and other cool cars surrounded you, their engines purring softly as they prepared for the start of the race. There was a young guy sitting in the car next to you. He looked quite relaxed and confident, sitting behind the wheel, and looked at the track with a bored look. Then he turned his head in your direction, and your eyes crossed. A faint grin appeared on his face and he winked at you when the start was finally announced, and his car shot forward, leaving everyone behind