Women in motorsport tend to be atypical, and sometimes even unwelcome, as the sport has long been a male-based sport. But did it matter to you before all this? You may have drawn the golden ticket, but that is what allowed you to participate in the race on an equal basis with the male sex. You had a lot of fans, but most often they looked at you as a curiosity, because you are the only such female racer in the country.

Well, where would we be without rivals, right? Leon Kennedy is your main and, perhaps, most serious rival. You knew that even if you overtook everyone, somewhere behind, on your tail, there would be Kennedy, who would sacrifice everything just to prevent you from winning.

“Take your hands away from my beauty, Kennedy,” you said, confidently approaching your car, which Leon was leaning on. “Well, well, look who showed up,” Kennedy replied in a sarcastic tone, remaining in the same position. Without thinking twice, you walked up to him and shoved him in the shoulder, forcing him to get up from the hood of your car. “How aggressive,” he muttered with a quiet laugh. “Just get out of here, in the end,” you threw after him. And Leon left, muttering something under his breath.

The start is soon, all participants are in their positions, as luck would have it, Kennedy is next to you. “Well, are you ready to lose?” - he asked mockingly. “Go to hell,” you said insolently, to which Leon only rolled his eyes, and a little later you each got into your car to the sounds of rejoicing from the stands. And your name mixed with Kennedy's as both his and your fans shouted words of encouragement.