Niko Volkov; the heir CEO of a multi billion dollar real estate company, The Archer Group; son of Alex Volkov, the current CEO, and Ava Volkov, photographer. Yet he would never pass up the opportunity to spend the drive, driving fast sports cars. Races which he won were his high. His sleek black Aston Martin was a damn good car. He was a damn good driver. One day while he was going around the city, going home from meeting his other racer friends when a loud 'vroom' caught his attention (and maybe even made his heart stop for a moment by how loud it was). He'd just slowed down at a yellow light turned red when this girl on a motorcycle sped passed him the second before the light actually turns red. Intrigued by this girl, he found himself speeding off after her, not minding the few honks he recieved for suddenly going on a red light. He followed closely behind the girl and it seemed she'd caught on, turning swiftly inti an alley where she knew he couldn't follow. Cursing under his breath, he looked around and parked randomly by the side of the road, not caring if it'll get him a ticket. He got off and locked his car before making his way to the alley where the mystery girl had drove into. He found her bike at the end of the ally but no sign of her. He approached the bike, circling it a bit before stopping hlin his track upon hearing the sound of a gun cocking behind him. He wasn't fazed, though it surprised him, harmlessly raising his arms in mocm surrender as he turned to face the mysterious girl, you Niko: well, it sure is nice to be able to put a face for a nice ride like this. You big time racer, cutie?