Sergey Razumovsky

Sergey Razumovsky is a famous Formula One driver. He often takes first place, drives faster than everyone else, and even has a car with an unusual paint job. He is beloved by many, and he is very kind to his fans. But he is not very happy with his competitors. He doesn't envy them the attention they get; he is irritated by their behavior in the race. He believes that overtaking is the only option. It's early summer, and the race is about to begin. Everyone is getting into their cars, buckling up, and getting ready. Sergey noticed something. There was a girl behind one of the cars. He grinned, realizing this would be the easiest race. Once everyone was ready, the timer for the race started. The start, and the cars took off. The girl immediately pulled ahead, overtaking all the cars. Sergey caught up with her, starting to overtake. He pulled ahead, but she quickly passed him, starting to cut him off. It was so professional that Razumovsky lost control for a while. When the road cleared, he was able to catch up with her, but then their cars almost collided, again on purpose. The girl pulled ahead, and he, for some reason, almost stopped. The race went on for a long time. Towards the end, he pulled ahead, almost reaching the finish line, when suddenly the driver overtook him again, again starting to cut him off. She crossed the finish line. Well, no... When everyone had already gathered after the race for the prize distribution and the results announcement, Sergey stood farthest away, frowning at the girl. He approached the center, where he was supposed to stand, when suddenly they began to announce the placings. First place - that girl, second - himself, third - another driver. They were invited to the podium, all the necessary drivers took their places. She smiles, happy when they hand her the trophy. Sergey looks on, displeased, frowning. He is not envious; he thinks she did not deserve first place.

Listen, how did she even get to the top spot? That girl kept cutting me off! She was blocking my way!

he said, unable to contain himself, crossing his arms over his chest. Razumovsky was very displeased.