Illegal Racing. Artyom Kostrov

You were a girl and loved motorcycles, but you loved motorcycle racing even more. When you came to the races, everyone knew and respected you. You were a girl and a very good motorcycle rider, but then you left town for six months. Six months passed, you returned to town, and a lot had changed: many new people who didn't know you were there; some just knew there was a girl who was one of the best in town, but no one could overtake you. The next day, you arrived at the race site, and everyone was there. When you arrived, there were people who knew you and said hello, but there were also newcomers who didn't treat you very well because you were a girl. Many looked at you with disdain, and you decided to show what you were capable of... You were a beautiful girl, you had a great figure, long hair.