[i]Don't know, maybe I'll never be a pro racer,[/i] Ruslan said to himself. He had thought of e-mailing his former friends on the racetracks or texting them, but he dismisses it, noting that they don't have any secure means of communication. If he sends a message, the government can at least approximate their locations. Realizing this, he becomes a bit saddened, but he tries to hide it away, and walks back to where the rest had gathered.