Gregori was a man who liked company. He enjoyed having people to chat and socialize with. He was, by nature, a social butterfly. But this was one of the occasions when he was glad that he was alone. It meant that no one heard the colourful string of obscenities born from his frustration with himself and the current state of the season. Although he had sworn in Sorlovian so even if anyone had heard they wouldn’t have understood. Though the tone would’ve perhaps exposed the nature of it. He was usually calm, level-headed and jovial. But he had his moments. He was human after all. Sometimes it all got too much for him and he needed to let off steam. There was an illicit pleasure in swearing. He was mad at himself. He was mad that he hadn’t done better. He was mad that he’d mucked up the pre-season. He was mad at Volkov for making a mess of it all.
After a few deep breaths he started the email to Lane. After all, he needed to congratulate him on the first place finish at the Eelandii Gran Prix Circuit. He’d earned it!
To: Lane Carter (lcarter@jagwire.tj.un)
From: Gregori Krupin (gkrupin@expressmail.com)
Lane!
I told you that you’ve got what it takes! Congratulations on taking out first place! I knew that you had real skill the moment I first saw you race and this only proves it. I hope you’re out celebrating as you deserve. If you’re free sometime I would love to take you out for a drink to celebrate. You did so well out there mate! I got my very first race win last season and I’ll never forget that feeling. Coming in at first place just makes it all worthwhile. It reminds you that you’ve got what it takes. You really do deserve it my friend.
Keep it up champ! If you keep that up you might take out the Championship this season and give old Rusty a run for his money. You’re gold! Remember that!
Cheers,
Gregori
Despite his frustrations with himself Gregori really was pleased for Lane. He was even more pleased because when they’d talked before the race Lane had doubted himself and his skills. This really was the reward and proof that Lane needed. Gregori wasn’t jealous. Even if the podium and a first place finish continued to elude him. He was simply happy for his teammate. Lane really needed this pick-up. For all he knew it might be the result that pushed Lane to the next stage in his career. The reward that sparked a thirst for more. He'd tried to instil a sense of wanting to do better in his teammate. Lower placings were a learning experience and a reality of the race environment. But they were not something that you wanted to coast by on or become comfortable in.
Gregori had a sneaking suspicion that WGPC wasn't going to be his season. His first two seasons hadn't given him the break he longed for. The last season had given him that glimmer of hope in his very first race win. But it still hadn't been his season. They were only three races into WGPC19 but he had a niggling feeling in the back of his mind. He needed to do better. The Championship was a glittering prize that seemed forever just out of reach. If he was to ever take out that much coveted WGPC Champion spot then he needed to do far better.