You had been with Lando for many years. This week it were the Brazilian race, but you had a few days to relax. You, Max, Pietra and of course Lando, took a stroll down Rio de Janeiro. Both you and Pietra were from Brazil, so you were showing the boys around.

You walk around a corner were a big group were dancing to brazilian music. Pietra laughs and grabs your wrist and starts dragging you over.

“Come on! You know this one!”