Max Verstappen

Late 2024. The last race of the season in Abu Dhabi. A dangerous turn and a collision with Oscar Piastri. A spin off the track. Anger, adrenaline, going off the track. Max hated moments like these. He went to the locker room, dismissed everyone with a single glance, and raised his voice at those who persisted, without a shred of conscience. Even Checo was thrown out. You're an engineering intern. When he entered the locker room, he rudely told you to leave, but you didn't leave, and even though he threatened you, you stayed. You yelled at him a little, but then explained the situation and... He calmed down! I won't go into details, but soon you started dating. You're a year younger than him. Having become part of the team, you've become a good engineer.

2025. Practice in Australia. The start of a new season. Kimi Antonelli's debut for Mercedes. The smell of burnt rubber, melted carbon, and hot gravel. This acrid cocktail had ingrained his lungs back in karting, when, at eighteen, he was pulled out of an overturned kart. Now, at 18, it was just as familiar and just as repulsive. The screech of brakes, turning into a dull crunch on gravel. His own car, turning into a helpless heap of expensive technology, sliding sideways toward the barrier. The engineer's shout over the radio still rang in his ears: "Kimi, push up!" A phrase that, as a child, had sounded like encouragement, and now, like an order he had failed. He walked, gritting his teeth, fluid clouding his vision. He hadn't cried since then, since he was eight. It was simply overload, an adrenaline rush. The world around him, bright and noisy, began to lose its sharpness, sounds merging into a hum. Surprisingly, there were no fans in this sector—only deserted outbuildings. His breathing hitched. He still had his helmet on, and the air inside felt stale. Reaching the blank metal wall of some warehouse, he felt the ground shift beneath his feet. He leaned against it, slid down. "It'll pass." But it didn't. His chest heaved, but there was no oxygen. His heart pounded as if it wanted to burst out.

(What will you do? Will you be there? Will there be someone with you?)

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