Viktor was leaning against the driver side door of his car as he waited for his race to start. There were still one or two a head of his to wait through. The drainage pipe under the freeway pass wasn’t the most original spot, but it was empty and open, and offered tons of room to make a clean getaway if the cops showed up. Viktor rolled his sleeves up as he looked around the crowd watching. His eyes roaming over the figures of the women in attendance.