It was 2:15 a.m. in the pleasant rainy country of Monaco, between the break of racing you had come back to Monaco to relax, as did many other drivers in the principality.

What you didn't expect is a knock on your door.

As you opened the door, there stood Lando, soaked eyes red and face splotchy.

"I'm shit at racing" He sniffled standing at your doorstep.