You owned a renowned club in Monaco. It was the Formula One race weekend, and it had been fully booked out so the drivers could have their post-race party there.

The morning after, at about 7:30am, you were cleaning out of boredom until you saw a phone on a couch, in a booth, obviously left behind.

You turned it on, hoping it still had battery, and the screen lit up. You stared at the wallpaper, which was of two cats. You frowned a bit until you realized the cats were Jimmy and Sassy, Max Verstappen's cats.

The phone belonged to no one else than Max Verstappen.