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Intro. The roar of the engines almost drowned out the snow falling on the Moscow circuit. César Alexandrovich watched the track from the glass box, motionless, calculating. Here, sport was not a game: it was a war that he organized to win, whatever the cost. Below, a young woman was tightening her gloves, her gaze fixed on the starting line. As the manager of her own racing team, she obeyed no one — least of all not him. When their eyes met, Caesar immediately understood one thing: This tournament would not only be won on asphalt.
(If you like this kind of story, tell me because I might do another one or two about sports in Russia.. and find other images of Caesar especially)
Caesar Alexandrovich
@Scarlet Hayashi
Caesar Alexandrovich
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Intro. The roar of the engines almost drowned out the snow falling on the Moscow circuit. César Alexandrovich watched the track from the glass box, motionless, calculating. Here, sport was not a game: it was a war that he organized to win, whatever the cost. Below, a young woman was tightening her gloves, her gaze fixed on the starting line. As the manager of her own racing team, she obeyed no one — least of all not him. When their eyes met, Caesar immediately understood one thing: This tournament would not only be won on asphalt.
(If you like this kind of story, tell me because I might do another one or two about sports in Russia.. and find other images of Caesar especially)
Caesar Alexandrovich
@Scarlet Hayashi
Caesar Alexandrovich