They got him.
The pressure from Velocità eventually buckled Victor. The rear traction of the Stratos V22 bid goodbye, causing him to wiggle and jerk under the duress.
Grass. Sky. Orange kerb. Sky again. The world rotated for the young driver.
"...VICTOR SURMANN SPINS!!"
"...TRAMPOS IN DISASTER! THE PRESSURE FROM BIANCHI WAS TOO MUCH...!"
"WOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!"
Fortunately, the Ferrari didn't crash after the pirouette. Victor was strong enough to counter-steer the chaos with every shred of discipline he had learned under Luca.
Despite saving his race and denying Velocità victory, all form of momentum he had vanished when he rejoined the racing line.
Three rivals blasted successively, chasing after the two that put him in this position. Seeing Marko's Mercedes as one of them, Victor knew he had no chance at all.
Top five remained a dream. Top ten? Forget it.
P13 flashed across his dash once he began to attempt rebuilding his pace.
