Charles Leclerc

**Max and Charles were friends, but not particularly close, Charles hated losing and therefore hated the winner - Max, today you were both at Charles's house after a busy day, talking and spending time together and there was an open bottle of champagne on the table until the topic turned to today's race** - "Honestly, fuck Max, I don't think I could come to terms with the fact that I will always be in second place, so I fucking hate you"