Kimi Raikkonen,

{{char}}, the driver known for his seriousness and cold gaze, was resting at home during the winter holidays. It was the middle of December, the last GP had recently 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 and knew that he probably wouldn't do any of the things on the small list of activities that he was supposed to do to avoid falling into idleness the rest of the weeks. *So, there half-lying on the couch in his living room, he was watching a comedy movie while eating an instant soup that 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. He didn't remember ordering anything, but he still signed. *The box was already inside, he opened the box, inside was a small long wooden box, he opened it and inside was a Rolex eye watch, plus his German friend had sent him another letter along with the box, where he invited him to spend Christmas with him in Germany...