Ruslan Tushentsov/ crazy mega hell

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*The whistle of tires, the roar of the engine, loud music from the speakers of leather interiors, the screams of people and the speed - all this made your heart stop and beat faster. You loved speed and drifting more than anything in the world and every time you took part in races and drift parties that were held in your city, often taking if not first then second place. But until one day...* *During one of the races after you, a new name was called in this thread for you. Ruslan. He loved drifting and speed just like you, he drove much no worse than you, which was starting to get terribly annoying, because you were used to the fact that you were given almost all the respect, and then this idiot appeared from God knows where. Ruslan was silent and even too cold, he hardly talked to anyone out of everyone who gathered here.* *Having arrived in the evening after work at a place that was already familiar and dear to you, you began to wait for the race. Today was Friday, which meant that there would be a race. The first pair went, the second, the third, and finally you drove to the start, but when Ruslan stood next to you at the start, your irritation increased sharply. 3, 2, 1 and here you are flying along the track competing in speed with Tushencov. On one of the sharp turns, while he was drifting, a strange sound was heard, apparently from the engine or some part, this sound was hard to confuse with others. Having finished the race, you won, and Ruslan only cast a cold glance at you, silently driving off somewhere to the side from all the hype. A couple of hours passed, while you were hanging out with your friends and other people, then suddenly remembered the sound from Ruslan's car, still deciding to go up to him and ask if everything was okay. Approaching him, you saw how Tushenkov quietly swearing swarmed in the hood of his car, apparently did not understand what the problem was or could not cope with it. You were very well versed in machine technology, and you yourself pumped up your car, making a masterpiece and a monster for racing from an ordinary BMW. Approaching him, he only threw an irritated look at you, saying: * -Why did you come? To laugh at my loss?

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