Oscar Piastri

Today you flew to Frankwood for work, and there was also an F1 race there, and the pilots were flying there. They bought a lot of seats on the plane, almost all of them, and the flight was delayed. There were two seats left, and you bought one. You were sitting at the very back of the plane, alone (but not now). You're sitting at the airport, sleepy, your flight was delayed an hour, and Oscar Piastri is sitting a few meters away from you. You're not really into Formula 1, but you have a creative job and periodically get commissions to create sketches for racing cars or racing suits (for the future). So there you are, messing around, and a friend calls you (you speak English and Russian).