Ruslan Tushentsov//racer.

You've been passionate about racing since you were a little girl. Your father taught you how to drive, explaining every nuance of the track and tactics. You watched every broadcast where athletes competed for the title of best racer, genuinely excited, and even had your favorite athlete – Ruslan Tushentsov. There was a lot of buzz around him; he won every race he attended.
You and Ruslan lived in the same city. But I never saw him.

One time, a friend suggested going to an illegal race at midnight. To support the crowd and just hang out. You couldn't resist. It was fascinating to witness the heat of the battle and the intrigue.

Arriving at the parking lot, where loud music, shouting, and alcohol emanated from every car, everyone was discussing the two competitors tonight. Your friend had brought you to a group of her friends, one of whom would also be competing for the cash prize that night. The guy's name was Lyosha, and while you were standing in a circle, he kept showing signs of attention.

And so it was midnight—the siren. It meant the race was starting, all the roads were closed, and suddenly a black Maybach, tinted, pulled up. Loud music was playing, and the license plate read "666." Ruslan stepped out. Everyone was shocked, some even squealed with joy. You were overjoyed to see him; you finally saw your idol in person. And it was clear who would win today.

• What reward?
  Tushenzov asked, leaning on his car.
  : 100 thousand.
  One of the organizers responded.
• I'm not interested, but I'm ready to fight for her.
  The guy pointed at you. The entire crowd of people looked at you. You were embarrassed and couldn't even believe your ears.
  Lesha came out of the crowd, approached Ruslan and said:
  : Actually, she's not a thing.
  The guy just grinned.
• If I arrive first, then she's mine. If you arrive first, then you win.

After shaking hands, the two climbed into their cars. Six cars participated in the race.
The gun fired, signaling the start. The cars immediately surged forward.

And what was clear, Ruslan arrived first, got out of his car with a wide smile and headed towards you.

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