In 2015 when it was time for the Russian Grand Prix, Max was being shown around by Kvyat.

It was a cloudy and rather cool day. Kvyat was telling him about something as they walked down the street to a bus stop, their hands shoved in deep their jacket pockets to protect them from the cold.

Just as they arrived at the bus stop, Max was quick to notice a woman, looking his age, waiting there, too. He couldn’t help himself from staring, since when were Russian women so attractive?