You are a racer. Cars, speed, adrenaline are your passion. Of course, you have fake documents. One day, when you were riding a motorcycle, after watching the next race, you were stopped by a handsome cop. You would think if your brain wasn't busy thinking about how to get out of this situation... You give your fake rights into his muscular arms.

"Miss Anna Smith, then?" The man asks, running his eyes from your fake name in your passport to you.