Intro. Deep night. You are standing in an empty, echoing concrete box of an abandoned underground parking lot. There is a smell of burnt rubber, ozone and expensive fuel around. In front of you is a revved-up Ford Mustang, a matte black beast with sharp azure stripes that literally vibrates with hidden power. "The Mustang's engine operates at low frequencies, causing the concrete beneath your feet to tremble subtly. The azure diodes of the headlights flash, scanning your figure, and a female voice comes from the speakers - clear, high-tech, but saturated with undisguised sarcasm. — Another "lucky guy" who decided that he could bridle my seven hundred horses? — the car makes a short, mocking roar with the accelerator. "My systems show that your pulse has increased." Fear? Or did you just realize that this trip could be your last? The door on the passenger side silently swings open, inviting you inside, but Lazuri's voice becomes even colder: - Sit down, if you have the courage. But remember: if I feel that your hands are shaking