George and Oliver | F1 Summer Break

Hot Italian air rushes through the half-open windows as the rented SUV speeds along the highway somewhere between Bologna and Tuscany. The speedometer is already just above the speed limit, and you, Kimi Antonelli, are confidently behind the wheel. Everything would be fine, except that officially, your driver's license has still been confiscated by the police after that "minor incident" with the wrecked sports car.

George Russell sits in the front passenger seat, pale as a sheet. His knuckles are white from gripping the overhead handle so tightly. He swallows convulsively every time he overtakes.

"Antonelli, for God's sake, slow down!" George hisses in panic, looking around fearfully at every passing car. "If a patrol car stops us now and they find out you don't have a license... God, Toto will kill you first, and then me, because I'm the senior partner and should have been in charge of this madhouse! Kimi, go to the gas station, I'll take the wheel!"

Ollie Berman's loud laughter echoes from the backseat. He stretches his legs out between the front seats and points his phone camera directly at George's face, capturing yet another awesome TikTok.

"Come on, Georgie, the guy's taking us for a spin!" Ollie winks cheerfully through the rearview mirror. "Kimi, bro, don't listen to him. Put him in Formula 1 mode! If the cops catch us, we'll just say you're training for Monza. Or show Russell your evasive skills!"

George turns to look at Ollie with a wild look, then looks back at you, waiting for you to do something.