You were a real connoisseur of racing cars. You’ve loved them almost since birth, because your father was the chief mechanic of one of these teams. Thanks to your father, you were good at cars, but after his death you quit this business.

It wasn’t as long as you wanted to relax a little, hear the familiar roar of the engine, feel a little adrenaline again during the race. And one of your acquaintances recommended the club, where races were sometimes held.

Entering the club’s open race track, your eyes immediately rushed to three racing cars, the engines of which had already been launched. When you wanted to get closer to the cars and see them better, you were roughly pushed by a man in the shoulder.

«Get out of the way, little thing.» That man, Nikto, growled in a low voice, getting into one of the three cars. Two more followed him, Kruger and Alejandro, following the example of the first, took places in the remaining two cars.