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🏎Sochi Autodrom, Russia🏎

If there was one thing you had to know about me, was that if I wanted something - it was already mine.

And boy did I want that elusive maiden win.

This season had made me hate the sport I loved so much.

Racing had always been a peculiar balance of love and hate. This year, it was a little bit more hate. But everyone knew racing was risky business.

In all the chaos, there was calculation. In all the madness, there was serenity. In all the speed, there was stillness.

And in the inferno of desperation, anger, vengeance, and thirst of racing, there must always be balance.

Always.

E>'Risk of rain increasing on track. It will arrive at turn 5 first."

A>"I can't get closer."

E>"OK copy, umbrellas are going up."

I took a deep breath and let it out, trying to calm my nerves. It had already been a rough 40 laps in the dry. With rain coming our way, the race could be turned on it's head.

I was currently P3, behind Lewis.

Lando was leading the race.

Again.

W>"Rain is coming down."

L>"Yeah, its spitting quite a bit. Especially middle sector."

W>"Ok, understood."

E>"Track is slippery where you are. Rain is falling."

Alessandro could see the droplets beginning to blur his visibility through the visor.

So far, the track was still dry as he slammed on the throttle in an attempt to get closer to Hamilton.

W>"OK Lando, this intensity of rain will maintain for the rest of the race."

Lando was comfortable in the wet- or at least compared to Alessandro he was. The Brit was used to gloomy days and rainy weather from his childhood. Alessandro on the other hand only saw sunshine and dry tracks in his karting days.

E>"Ale, data is showing that rain will remain like this. But I have a feeling that it's going to increase. How is it out on track?"

A>"Definitely a lot of dark clouds, no standing water yet."

E>"We can box if you need it."

There was only 10 laps remaining in the race. Alessandro was going to take it to the end.

He couldn't risk boxing and losing his second consecutive podium.

A>"It's slippery but its not raining much."

Meanwhile, Lando was in a panic.

He was leading the race and had just entered the final sector where rain was falling hard. Water was beginning to collect on the track, forcing him to slow.

He glanced in his mirrors, panicking when he spotted the Mercedes right on his tail.

L>"I need blue flags!"

W>"Yup, we're on it. We're on it."

Lando kept glancing in his mirrors nervously, losing focus on his driving.

Alessandro was still cruising at a decent pace as he entered the final portion of the track.

A>"Err, starting to get slippery near the far end."

E>"OK, box, box. Box. box for inters."

"Fuck, I'm going to lose this race if it keeps raining," Lando muttered to himself, his visor blurring.

Reaching up, he ripped off the tearable film to clear his visor of water drops.

L>"How many laps to go?"

W>"Four to go after this one. Some cars a pitting for inter. Track is very slippery from here till turn 10. Lots of cars going off."

L>"Yeah, yeah! I got it!"

C>"Moreno is getting so much closer to Norris! Of course team orders cannot play a role here because the drivers can only go so fast in the rain. Alessandro will have to catch up to Lando all on his own if he wants that first place finish."

"Oh God, Lando what are you doing?" Mark muttered, watching from his seat in the safety car.

C>"These next two corners are really critical as Lando goes wide! And you can see how slippery it is for both the McLarens! Moreno doesn't have as much experience in the wet, Norris has- now who's going to win out in this situation?"

C>"This is the portion of the track that is really wet, do you pit for inters or do you stay out on slicks? What do you do because your decision will impact what happens later in the lap."

It was full on pouring, puddles forming on every part of the track.

Everyone except the front 3 cars had slowed down.

C>"The rain is increasing out on track. Hamilton takes the first move and pits for wet weather tires."

The strategists at the McLaren pit wall tapped their feet anxiously as the Mercedes sped past them in the pit lane.

E>"Lando, what do you think about inters? What do you think about inters?"

L>"No! Shut up!"

Will flinched as Lando's agitated voice came through the radio.

C>"Is that the right decision? or the wrong decision? We'll only find out at the chequered flag. Will Moreno be able to make up the time he loses with this pit stop?"

Alessandro keot glancing around at the track every chance he got.

The rain was slowing, but the track was still wet. The rapidly changing conditions left him conflicted.

He had already confirmed that he was going to change tires. But now he was doubting that decision.

A>"Fuck, it's stopped raining."

E>"Yeah, pit confirm. There's more rain coming."

A>"What?"

E>"Yes, box for inters."

A>"What about Lando? He's staying out."

E>"Trust me on this, Ale. Pitting is the right way to go. If I'm wrong, you can throw me into the Black Sea after."

A>"Fine, deal."

E>"Careful, it's slippy in the pit lane."

It was a clean stop for Alessandro and he came back out in second. The gap between him and Hamilton was mere seconds as the Mercedes finished its warm up lap.

"Damn, P2," Alessandro muttered to himself. He could immediately feel the difference in grip, boosting his confidence in the car.

E>"Ok, Alessandro has taken it. He's gone for inters."

L>"Yes, I've seen. I've seen. We've just gotta commit to staying out."

Alessandro's engineer looked over to Landos side of the garage. Will had an extremely stressed expression on his face as he rubbed his forehead before closing his eyes in defeat.

E>"If Lando stays out, it looks like he's in trouble. He's being overtaken by Mazepin."

Alessandro pressed the confirm button, no response necessary.

W>"OK, Lando we have to be able to stay on track. Are you happy to stay out on this tire?"

No response.

E> "Lando is going to take this to the end. Reports of heavy rain at the end of sector 3."

Sure enough, the rain had picked up again.

Alessandro could hear the heavy drops pounding against his helmet. The rain was beginning to get inside of the cockpit.

But just meters ahead he could see the papaya colour of his teammates car.

C>"Now it's just four seconds between the two teammates!"

As soon as Lando hit breaks before the second to last turn, he felt the car loose grip completely.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

His car began aquaplaning through the corner and Lando no longer had control. He was simply a passenger in the brightly colored car.

C>"And Alessandro Moreno takes the lead of the race as Lando Norris slides off the track! He avoids the barriers and manages to get going again, but his team mate has taken the lead of the race!"

C>"What a turn of events there, an exact opposite of Monza! Absolutely incredible, I feel so sorry for Norris. He had it in his hands, but Alessandro had the benefit of being second."

Lando's heart hammered in his chest as he pressed the radio button. This wasn't going to work out.

L>"It's- fuck- it's full wet, boys. I gotta box, I'm gonna shunt."

W>"Yup, yup, we're gonna come in. We're boxing this lap."

Lando could feel everything slipping right through his fingers. He crossed the pit lane entry line once, accidentally slipping out of the pit lane before crossing it again. Something that was against the rules and would get him a penalty.

Out on track, Alessandro suddenly had a clear path. There was no longer any spray from a car in front blocking his vision.

E>"Nice and easy now. You are leading the race. You are leading the race. Don't risk anything."

A> "Copy."

His engineers foot tapped nervously against the metal chair leg. Zak paced the McLaren garage uneasily. It was as if everyone was holding their breath.

E>"2 laps remaining."

Alessandro could feel his heart thumping in his chest. He grit his teeth, battling with the car at every turn. The steering wheel was hard to turn, pushing back against his hands.

E>"This is the Final lap. One lap remaining."

A>"Do you think they'll have my name engraved on that first place trophy in time?"

Laughter filtered through the radio before his engineer replied with a 'yes'. Alsssnadro found himself smiling behind his helmet. He started the last sector of the lap, adrenaline pumping through his veins.

200 meters left.

100 meters left.

50 meters.

"Alessandro Moreno crosses the line to win his first ever Formula One Grand Prix!"

He couldn't hear the live commentary, so he held his breath waiting for confirmation. The sound of the radio static could be heard as someone pressed the radio button, but didn't speak.

A few moments later, he heard the words he'd been dreaming of his entire life.

E>"THATS P1! Alessandro Moreno, you just won the Russian Grand Prix!"

A>"OH MY GOD! FUCK YEAH! Holy shit thank you guys so much, incredible race!"

E>"incredible drive today Alé. That was absolutely stunning. You didn't put a foot wrong today. A really well deserved win."

A>"Thank you to the whole crew and thank you Kota, I couldn't have done those last few laps without you. Welcome to McLaren."

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