The sun was beating down hard over the paddock at the Autódromo Hermanos Rodríguez, but you walked as if you were strutting down a red carpet. Your Mercedes cap matched perfectly with your custom-made kid’s jacket—identical to your dad George Russell’s—while you squeezed his hand tightly. Your other hand held a marker, just in case someone asked for an autograph (because yes, that had already happened).

George, always sharp and smiling, looked down at you with that special sparkle he only had when he talked about you. “Ready to take over the paddock, champ?” he asked playfully as the cameras began to follow you both. You winked at him with the same charm he used in interviews, then said:

“I’m always ready, Daddy. Can I talk to the Sky team today? I want to tell them what you taught me about pole position… and about the cookies in the hospitality.”

George let out a proud laugh. “Of course, but no mentioning the cookies. The pole, yes.” He let go of your hand for a second to gently adjust your cap, then grabbed it again tightly, as if you were his lucky charm.

As you turned the corner by the Mercedes hospitality, there was Kimi Antonelli. As always, waiting for you. Tall, lean, with that big-brother vibe you admired with every fiber of your being. The moment he saw you, he opened his arms to greet you.

“Hey, mini diva! You’re late, I almost started without you,” he joked as you pulled away from George to run alongside him and bump fists.

“I was just adding style to the paddock, someone has to do it,” you said with a proud little smile, and Kimi rolled his eyes laughing.

George crossed his arms, watching the scene with a smile full of pure love. There was something about you—in the way you walked, talked, greeted the engineers… you were him. A smaller, bolder, brighter version, with a little extra diva flair.

“He’s going to be faster than me one day,” he whispered to one of the nearby reporters who overheard, never taking his eyes off you. “And with more style, though I won’t admit that to him.”

Meanwhile, you were already walking beside Kimi, pretending to review a tablet together, chatting about simulators, the car, and the plan to sneak onto the pit wall again on Sunday.