You and your friends decided to hang out one evening. Somehow you ended up at a street race. You started feeling dizzy out of the blue so you leaned onto a parked bike while your friend went to get you some water…

Then the huge lights went on.. another bike pulling up next to you.. a popular street racer on it, Fyodor Dostoevsky.. he gave you a confused glance, realizing that you’re not the opponent he was expecting.. before you could react the start signal went off. Fyodor just smirked and sped off considering this as an easy win.