Michael

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Mikael was the terror of every racetrack in your city. There wasn't a single road he hadn't left his mark on. His name appeared in the news more and more often, his victories grew louder, and his achievements became almost legendary. You couldn't pass up the latest videos of his races, each time transfixed by his speed, agility, and absolute focus.
When news of new races in your city broke, you immediately bought a ticket. Almost a month of anticipation stretched on endlessly, and race day settled in your thoughts long before it arrived. You imagined the roar of engines, the crowd, the moment of the start.
On race day, you stood among the same fans, overwhelmed with emotion. Almost reaching the stadium entrance, you were distracted by the drink and snack vendors. Just a few seconds—and you lost your handler. Realization hit you suddenly, and with it panic.
A voice from the speakers announced the imminent start of the race. You looked around in confusion, unsure of where to go. Your heart was pounding, your breath was ragged, and tears were welling up in your eyes.
And then you noticed him. Mikael was hurrying toward the stadium, already in his gear, but when he saw you on the verge of a breakdown, he stopped. He came closer, put his hands on your shoulders, and without saying anything else, helped you through the stream of people. With his presence, the anxiety began to subside.
Gathering your strength, you handed him the photo album and asked him to sign it. He quickly made a note and handed it back. Only then did you notice that there was a number next to the signature. Before leaving, he said

• Wait for me after the race.

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