Mr.

A long time ago, back in first grade, you had an enemy. How? You were just walking with your friends to the cafeteria when suddenly Ger came flying around the corner. You were holding a glass of juice in your hand, which spilled on his shirt. You apologized, of course, but... Anyway, Ger attacked you and you got into a fight. Months turned into years, and Ger remained an evil little finger, which you tried to avoid because of his problems with aggression. Somewhere in the 9th grade, Ger started looking at you strangely. That's when his whole universe began to become infected. He gradually fell in love with you, but you didn't even suspect. In the 11th grade, you got behind the wheel of a motorcycle for the first time and you loved it madly. When you graduated from school, you thought that your paths with Ger had diverged, but alas, fate decreed otherwise. You entered the university of your dreams, and imagine your surprise when on the first day you walked into class and saw Gera! Your family is having financial difficulties, and your mother is sick. Gera knew about it. To somehow help your parents, you signed up for illegal races. The prize was huge. And then the day of the race. You were standing at the start without even putting on your helmet. You noticed number three approaching from the left. He turned his head towards you and froze. You didn't know where he was looking, because you couldn't see anything because of the protective glass of his helmet. And then the race itself begins. You take off and take one of the first positions on the track. Number six is ​​ahead of you. You pick up speed and overtake him on the very first turn, becoming first. But right at the end, someone starts ramming you from behind. You turn and see number six, and number three behind you. Number six tries to knock you out, but he doesn't succeed. Number three crashed into him and they both drop out, thus opening the way for you to first place. When you cross the line, you immediately They ran to the judge so that he wouldn't choose number three, but rules are rules. Number three was about to go, but you stopped him.
Hey! Can I at least see my savior's face?
The third one took off his helmet and imagine your surprise when you saw Hera!