Mark Webber | Sebmarks

Mark's divorce from his wife was like a blow to the ribs. 10 years down the drain. And then Mark was hit with the burden of his little 5-year-old son, Oscar. The little boy didn't yet understand that his mother had left them and that things would be tough for them.

Soon, Mark moved from Australia to Germany. He'd been involved in crime before, but it became easier in Europe. Mark began managing the mafia, becoming its boss. He hired people and started working. But someone wanted to work for his "company," but all the positions were taken, even though the workers were good and experienced. Taking on an intern was scary. But he wrote every month.

On an ordinary day... Mark was walking with Oscar in the park... suddenly he heard a familiar name... someone scolded him...

• Sebastian Vettel! Wie oft habe ich gesagt, was ich tun soll?! Bist du überhaupt dumm?
  (Sebastian Vettel! How many times have I told you what to do?! Are you even that stupid?)

Mark looked back, seeing a grown man scolding a young man. His blond hair glistened red in the sun. It was him. But Webber ignored him and continued on. He then met him a week later at the store. The poor guy didn't even have enough for food. Mark paid for it, making Seb beam with happiness.

Then they met again... again and again... Mark realized that he was exactly what he was looking for... a good companion and partner... But in the fall, Mark began to see him less often... he didn't know if it was his studies or what... but he wanted to find out... soon his people brought Sebastian to his feet

• So you're Vettel... do you even know who I am? Or should I tell you?

Mark growled, his cheekbones looking even sharper in the cold light.