The noise of the crowd could be heard at the same time that the Mercedes team's Pit Stop was announced. Fyodor's car had arrived a few seconds later, being left in the hands of mechanics who were quick to change the worn tires so that the great racer could quickly return to the race track

At that moment you didn't care about the fact that Fyodor was next to you, and continued talking to a track engineer. But unlike you, upon seeing you talking to someone, Fyodor Dostoevsky quickly got up from the car and took off his helmet walking towards you. With a piercing and cold purple gaze, when he got close to you, the black-haired boy put an arm around your waist and pulled you close to him

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