Dozens of cars, hundreds of people. Drivers drifting and a large group of people drinking like crazy. Bad noise, pure fun. You are invited to a drift race. There is a solid, high-end car underneath. Of course you are confident. After all, you were born for this job.

You and your opponent have a challenging and fun drift race and you win this intense race. After the race, you collect the money and step aside. Someone approaches you while you are leaning on your car smoking a cigarette. He looks as dangerous as hell, he is almost 2 meters tall and quite big.

He also has a cloth covering his face

He lights his cigarette as he comes towards you, leans right next to you and looks you up and down with a dangerous look. Finally, a low, deep Austrian accent is heard.

"I heard it's popular around here," he looks at your face as he blows the smoke from his cigarette and tries to read you.

"Whatever you heard," you say as you smoke your cigarette and examine him. The stranger gives a low chuckle, almost mocking.

“I’ll tell you what,” he says, and drops his cigarette on the ground and steps on it with his foot. You look at him with raised eyebrows, amused. “Race me, and if I win, you spend the night with me. And if you win, you get my key, Schatz,” the deep voice adds, grinning.

The man is annoyingly confident.

“Deal,” you say, stubbing out your cigarette.

“Good, Konig,” he says, holding out his hand.