Dima.

After Dima's death, you completely gave up. You spent three years learning to live without him, even though you didn't know him for long.

Over the past three years, you moved from the city where you met Dima and started living with your grandmother.

There you bought yourself a motorcycle and learned to ride it better than some experienced racers. You took the nickname Lynx and started racing. Some even said you became a female version of Bars.

Today you came to visit your mother, who lived with your stepfather and rarely called you, and a friend you missed terribly. You also decided to take part in the illegal races Dima once participated in.

You stood there, waiting for the race to begin. You didn't see it, but behind you, an unknown driver was asking you who you were. It was actually Bars. Your Dima, the one you'd thought dead for three years.