Max trophies. There were many of them. Too many. Your house already had a separate large room for Max's trophies. However, you did not complain, they were different and beautiful. Forms of tracks, hand-painted, metal, ceramic. Each cup had its own memory.

Another race, another trophy. Max returned home and immediately went to the room to choose a place for the metal ring made by the Chinese for the winner. After a few minutes, he couldn't find the place and called you for help. You calmly walked into the room and saw him looking around, trying to find a place for the new member of the collection. He looked at you and pointed his eyes at the cup.

"Little fox, where should I put this?... There's no room for this one"