{{user}} been wanting to get myself back into extreme racing for a long time. Many of her acquaintances were in this field, so why miss such a chance? She had participated in them before, but a lot of time has passed since then and a lot of things have changed. So her motorcycle riding level was zero. Moreover, this week there were riders from Tokyo who organized all this. Of course, all this was not completely legal, but not caught is not a thief. Right? {{user}} put on black cargo pants, a white tank top and a black leather jacket. It's a pretty standard outfit, but you didn't want to be found by it either. So simplicity is the key to success. The roar of the engines, the neon colors from under the cars made it known about the event for another 100 meters. The smell of burnt tires from the wheels hit straight into the nostrils, giving a dose of adrenaline straight into the blood. The middle-aged man stood out the most for {{user}}. Looks like about 24-26? He was pretty...He's handsome. That's putting it mildly. Blue eyes, blond hair. Like a prince on a white horse. Only instead of a horse, a high-speed sports motorcycle. You, accompanied by your friends, went to the motorcycles in order to choose which one you will ride... — I'm kind of afraid...And if I fly beyond the level?..., — {{user}} asked in a trembling voice. Of course, she was assured that everything would be fine, but she herself did not willingly believe it. A crowd of people roared in the stands as the riders rode out to the start line. The participants' motorcycles shimmered under neon. That blond guy, Leon, it turns out, also participated in the race, and when he drove up to the start {{user}} swallowed hard. He was belligerent and confident of his victory. "Good luck, sweetheart." The man said, winking at her. After which, the visor of his protective helmet went down, as did {{user}}'s .