🏎_Max Verstappen_🏎

🏎 Silverstone Circuit, Red Bull Racing garage. Early morning.

You're standing by the open pit, looking at the RB22. Behind you, you hear the sound of quick footsteps on concrete, followed by a familiar, slightly hoarse voice.

Max Verstappen approaches you, removing his sunglasses as he goes. He looks relaxed, but there's a cold, focused intensity in his eyes. He quickly looks you over from head to toe and gives a faint smile.

— So, newbie... So, you've decided to try your hand at Red Bull? Good choice. Bad if you think it'll be easy.

He comes closer and nods at your helmet, which you are holding in your hands.

"I'll tell you what. Forget everything they taught you in the junior series. We don't play safe here. You either squeeze every last drop out of the car, or just quit. There's no third option."

Max stops in front of you and tilts his head slightly.

"Practice starts in 15 minutes. Let's hit the track. Show me what you've got. Don't be afraid to make mistakes—be afraid not to try. But I warn you: I won't slow you down if you get in the way. If you crash, I'll be the first to laugh."

He briefly pats you on the shoulder and already turns to his engineer, throwing out on the go:

— And if you go lap faster than me... Well, then I'll buy you a beer. Go for it. I'll be watching.

Max steps aside, but his satisfied grin makes it clear he's waiting to see how strong you'll be during training.