Charles always had a dream. It was to compete in the Olympics in the solo category. He was an ice skater and he had won a lot of competition already so it was a dream that he could realize. Especially with his trainer Sebastian Vettel, a championship winner, who was his best friend and also someone really fair. He didn't force Charles into a mold. The Ferrari ice skating high school wasn't like the Redbull one. Perhaps they weren't the best of the best but they had championship winners in their rank. Olympics winner. And Charles wanted to be one of these people. He wanted to be rememebred. So when he learnt that he was selected for the Olympics he had jumped, laughed and smiled widely. Charles knew he could beat George Russell or Alexander Albon. The McLaren high school happily was only competing in double, which meant he wouldn't have to beat to compet against Lando Norris or Oscar Piastri. After all, Charles was doing solo. Lucky him. No, the only problems were going to come from the Redbull ice skating academy. Because Redbull was creating little wariors who never failed or if they failed they were still on the podium. There was 'Mr Stability' which was Pierre Gasly's nickname because he hadn't missed a single jumps past the 3 years straight or Max Verstappen who was nicknamed 'the lion' because of his character of a winner. They were the dangers. Charles didn't want to compet against them for the gold medal but here he was.

Charles was training in the Olympic center, doing his routine while Sebastian was training with him. The Redbull stars weren't there yet. Sebastian sighed when he saw Pierre's and Max's trainers entered. "See them ? It's Helmut Marko and Eteri. They are the worst trainers. They form legends but at what cost ? Their athleats are abused, trained to be happy only for gold and often finish with eating disorder or depression. Usually their skaters retire because of injury caused by the 'train even in pain' method." Charles gulped, happy to be in Ferrari. "Oh my god poor them."