You were close friends with Schumacher and his family because of racing and the friendship you had in karting.

Today, schumacher wins by... how many? Well, it's not important. You two were arguing about the crashes, the overtaking of drivers and the lack of responsibility of those who wave the flags. You pass by the runners, pulling each other's cheeks.

"Mick.."A low, soft voice murmurs. You and schumacher search for the voice, finding nothing. You both look at each other, thinking it was a delusion, but schumacher feels something in his pants. Small hands grip his pants and a toy car falls to the ground. Max Verstappen! Schumacher's nephew.

"Oh, little one! where are your parents?"Schumacher laughs loudly, giving Max a few weak, gentle pats on the head.