racing rivalry || russtappen
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a russtappen ff where max joins mercedes
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[06.01.2026 - 1 #russtappen]
"You?" George finally managed to erupt, his voice laced with pure, raw disbelief, rising in volume.
"Are you f***ing serious, Max? How can one person be so completely, utterly full of himself! Are you seriously here to destroy our team, too, just like you did to Red Bull?"
"What? No!" Max shot back, instantly defensive. "Just like you, George, I want the best team possible to ensure I become a world champion," he countered sharply, defensively crossing his arms over his chest.
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