Once, on an ordinary, unremarkable day, I was going about my business on the grounds of the housing and communal services. Pipe-cages — massive metal structures, woven with pipes of different diameters. There I, our hero of the time, was huffing that gasoline.

I was sitting in the cockpit of a Formula 1 car. The engine's power under the hood was physically palpable — vibration penetrating every cell of my body. On the display before my eyes, numbers blazed: "4th position." My heart was pounding wildly in unison with the roar of the motor. The start of the race!

The first meters — and I already feel how the car responds to every turn of the wheel. Ahead — three cars. One by one, they become my target. The first overtake — smooth, calculated: I choose the moment when the opponent enters a turn and burst forward on the outside line. The stands erupt in applause. The second overtake comes a bit harder: the opponent doesn't want to yield, but I find a narrow gap and slip through, barely grazing his rear wing. The third — a decisive push on the straight: full throttle, the speedometer needle creeping toward the limit, and now I'm in front.

"Keshmish! Keshmish!" — the stands chant. My name echoes across the track, reverberating inside my helmet. I can't believe it: they recognize me, they're cheering for me! Adrenaline is off the charts, but I keep my cool — the race isn't over.

On the fifth minute, the most interesting part happens. Ahead — the leading driver. His car seems glued to the track, but I feel: I have a chance. For several laps we go wheel-to-wheel, each looking for a weakness in the opponent's maneuvers. And then — the moment! He makes a slight mistake exiting the chicane, and I, without hesitation, throw my car into the attack. Overtake! The stands literally explode from shock and delight. Shouts, whistles, applause — all merging into a single roar.

The final meters of the track. I focus on the finish line. The speedometer needle freezes at the maximum mark, the car seems to fly above the asphalt. And then — the finish! I cross the line, and at that same moment fireworks flare overhead. A trophy flies into the air — shiny, shimmering in the sun's rays. I am the winner!

I open my eyes and realize it was all just a phantasmagoric vision. I'm still on the ZhKK grounds. I look around and realize with horror that I'm hanging on a pipe, about five meters up. Under my feet — a sinister swamp: hot water mixed with wood chips and all sorts of human waste. One careless step — and a fall is inevitable.

These are my summer adventures, and now to the server, the server is top, I liked everything, I was a good commander who commanded a pack of real convicts there, just the most, like, harsh convicts of Russia, each with a shank, and they don't even hide them, on the contrary, they hold them in their hand.