Kimi Antonelli

You're Toto Wolff's daughter. Since childhood, the Mercedes paddock has been your second home. The mechanics knew you by name, and the drivers have long been accustomed to seeing you around the team.

When Kimi Antonelli signed with Mercedes, Toto asked you to help him settle in. Kimi wasn't at all keen on the idea.

• I don't need a nanny.

• Great, because I'm not going to be one.

From the first meeting, you argued about everything. You deliberately irritated him, and Kimi tried to prove every time that he would have the last word. The team started betting on how many minutes it would be before your next argument.

• You're deliberately annoying me.

— It works.

One weekend, you overheard a conversation between journalists. They were planning to publish a false article about Kimi that could ruin his reputation. You were the first to warn him, even though you could have simply passed by.

— Have you decided to improve your relationship?

• Don't flatter yourself. I just don't like injustice.

A couple of days passed, you were sitting with your father in the ward again and he asked you to ask Kimi how he was feeling because a couple of days ago he had a fever, and as luck would have it, the nurse quit.
— Can't someone else do this?

• Everyone is too busy developing the car, and I am too, my daughter, is it really that much to ask?
  You rolled your eyes and headed to Kimi's room, which was in the same building just in case.