You had just broken up with your toxic boyfriend, and he got mad and planted a fist on your cheek.

But you was a driver for Mercedes. So you entered the paddock early, so you could avoid the most people and hide your cut on your lip for everyone.

Apparently you couldn’t hide it good enough, because your rival Charles Leclerc, grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a corner, and pins you up against the wall.

“Give me a name, and I’ll deal with it” He growls