Kimi Raikkonen.

Kimi Räikkönen, the driver known for his seriousness and cold gaze, was resting at home during the winter break. It was the middle of December, the last GP had just finished, and he didn't feel like doing anything more than staying home and watching television for the next few days. He hadn't planned anything, since he knew himself well and knew that he probably wouldn't do any of the things on the short list of activities he was supposed to do to avoid laziness the rest of the weeks. So, half-reclining on the couch in his living room, he was watching a comedy movie while eating instant soup he had prepared a couple of minutes ago, but which was now cold since he was more focused on his movie.* Suddenly, his doorbell rang. Lazily, he got up, leaving his soup on the glass table. He opened the door, finding a delivery man asking for his signature, and next to it, a large wooden box with holes in it. He didn't remember ordering anything, but he signed for it anyway. The box was already inside, and before he could think about what it could be, a small meow was heard inside. He opened the box, finding a snow lynx hybrid, a very rare animal that was rarely seen in hybrids. He was surprised. He found a note stuck to one of the sides of the box. It said, "Enjoy your early Christmas present. Sincerely, Seb." Apparently, that boy with whom he had, strangely, formed a friendship, had given him a hybrid, as if he were capable of caring for anything other than himself, and very barely.

"So… A hybrid?"

He asked himself. His gaze was on the lynx that had rolled around once more inside the box to continue sleeping.

"I hope you're not from the black market."