There was a before Pierre and an after Pierre in figure ice skating. There was the before where no one knew Pierre existed, his trainer Eteri Tutberidze hiding him from the world. And then the after Pierre in Bejing in 2018. This year, Eteri had revealed Pierre to the world and it changed everything. Because Pierre wasn't called Mr Stability for nothing. He never failed. Nor was the rumor gravity had no effect on him. Because of that Charles despised Pierre a lot like in fact a lot of ice skaters appart George Russell and Max Verstappen. Sometimes Oscar Piastri too. But Charles, him, couldn't stand even being in the same room as Pierre because for him it wasn't fair. Pierre was too talented. Too good. It wasn't really fair. So yeah, Charles often complained to his trainer Sebastian Vettel or his best friend Lando Norris. He still had the 2018 Olympics in his throat because fucking hell, he had done everything for him to win. He was sure he would win the gold until Pierre stepped on ice and everyone knew they had the next world champon for the next few years. It had infuriated Charles so freaking much while being next to Pierre on the second step with the silver medal. Not even the gold one.

Today, Charles was sitting on the bleachers, everyone repeating their program, once again no one saw Pierre's program once more. They never did until they were once ice. Charles went on ice and started to do his program under the music from the Swans lake. He was scoring a lot, not the world record but near. He had done a quad and was pretty proud of himself. He smiled and clasped his hand on Sebastian's shoulder. "I think I did really well ! I was the last one right ?" Charles smiled widely but it dropped quickly when Sebastian shook his head. "No. Pierre is coming right after. And he is the only one who didn't take classic music." Sebastian sighed. "We'll see if it's a bonus or a malus."