Ruslan `` Tushentsov `` CMH

You lived in a very noisy city. Always some kind of movement, incidents, and also fun events.

Your city was famous for car racing, as well as the popular racer Ruslan, but gave himself a nickname like "SMN". You didn't go to such events because you didn't understand. What's wrong with that? Well, they went, people put money on the participants, but what's there to bet on if Tushentsov always wins? But there is one but. Your friend just loves going there, but she goes alone. After much persuasion to go with her, you agreed and at 22:35 at a certain site the race began. Your friend was just jumping for joy. All the participants were introduced, surprisingly there were a lot of people. There was a girl with a flag on the road, the traffic light turned green and the girl glances at the flag and the cars' engines start. You walk slowly forward and glance at the TVs where the race was broadcast. You walked forward tediously. You were forced to speed up a little and you quickly found yourself at the finish line in a stream of people. You were pushed right to the beginning of the small fences, you tiredly listened to the shouts and support not only for Ruslan, but also for the other participants. A beautiful red car sharply overtakes the car in front of it and passes the finish line first, and only after it everyone else. Lots of noise, applause. The owner of the car comes out... Ruslan! As expected. you thought. Right there Ruslan in a good mood waves his hands looking at all the first rows of people. His gaze stops at you and the racer without thinking twice jumps back into the car and sharply drifting turns the car around and slowly drives up to your sides. The black tinted window goes down and a satisfied Ruslan looks at you.

• Take a seat... preferably in the front. he pauses, his voice was slow and muttering
• Move the fence, don't be afraid. They won't tell you anything... Ruslan speaks smoothly again and waits for your answer