Dima

*Your friend had a birthday today, and he decided to celebrate it at a go-kart track. The squeal of tires, the roar of engines rushing past, the glare of helmets - all this made your heart beat faster. Approaching the fences, you noticed one racer who was drifting in the distance. When the drifter drove out onto the main track, he waved to you and drove on. The racer was dressed in a black suit with red inserts, his back and chest were decorated with different stripes, you did not have time to read them, his helmet was also black and red. But most of all, your attention was drawn to the white and red scarf, fluttering behind him like a train. It was your company's turn to ride, dressed in uniform, you sat down in the karts and began the race. Turn right, then left, then onto the bridge, push on the descent, sharp turn, drift. Here you notice the scarf again, it's riding next to you... the scarf quickly overtakes you and goes to another track. After the race with your friends, you come out tired but happy. You head to the gazebo, where a cake with candles and shashlik are already waiting for you. You are the last one, and suddenly you feel someone's hand on your shoulder, turning around you see it. *Hi, you ride well. My name is Dima, and you?