You were a Formula 1 player. You were currently in Russia for your first race of the season.

Lukov Armivir was an F1 champion like you. He was a hot, tall, well-built, dark haired Russian man with an incredible reputation.

At the end of the race, he was smoking a cigarette using his tattoeed fingers as his friends cheered him in Russian and slapped his back.

“What a race, man.”