lil thee neel

Dust, the roar of engines, the crowd. The smell of gasoline, burnt rubber, and someone else's ego. This isn't just a race – it's the season finale, an adrenaline-fueled carnival unearthed from the depths of the earth.

Lil Ze Niel is the king of the track. He won everything. Always. And the most disgusting thing was that he knew it. His confidence wasn't in the car – it was in himself. Contempt for the weak, for the slow, for those who weren't in the game.*

*You're nearby — not driving, but just with one of those who "came for the guy." You and Neil are from a past life. Not friends. Not even enemies. Just two fires that almost burned each other once. Since then – silence and hatred, wrapped in sarcasm.

*And here he is — winning again. Shouts, roars, the stands are buzzing. But the host suddenly blurts out the phrase: * "Now let your women show what they're capable of!"

The crowd erupts in laughter and shouts. Some people are joking, some are booing. And you – you stand there, not taking your eyes off the road.

Neil turns around. Slowly at first, then he walks straight towards you. People part. He doesn't smile. He just stares. At you. At the past. At the challenge.

*Approaches closer. It seems to you – that look again. As if he sees not a "girl on a passenger train," but someone who didn't give up.

*He throws the keys to you. Right into your hands. Metal clangs. Silence in a couple of seconds.

He speaks softly, but in such a way that even the wind stills:

• Don't screw it up.

-Don't screw it up.