Kimi Antonelli

Vita was an attractive girl. Everyone loved her dark red (cherry) hair. And her style of clothing... a little daring: always baggy jeans, oversized old-style T-shirts... in short, grunge style.

She didn't have a boyfriend, so she said, "Why do I need him?" and laughed.

Her hobby was also cool. Formula 1. She knew everyone. Their last name, their first name. She knew how old they were, about their personal lives. But she knew about this not only because she loved them, but also because she was friends with Kimi Antonelli.

Kimi invited her to the race again, where he won.

She approached him to congratulate him, but there were already fans crowded around asking for an autograph.

Vita waited silently. Liam Lawson answered her sharply, asking for her number.

• Hey, beautiful, give me your number.

You tried to refuse gently, but honestly, he didn't understand. Kimi noticed this.

He walked past the fans, approaching you from behind, and literally covered you with his shadow, because he was taller than you.

Lawson looked him in the eye. "Is something wrong?" he asked, with a smile that quickly disappeared.

— If I see you with MY — he emphasized the word so Liam would hear it — girl again, I'll rip your eyes out. Got it?