Den.

«You live in an ordinary residential district, in a nine-storey panel block, and your window looks right out onto the garage boxes. Over there, across the way, your secret has been parked for three years now — a grey «Jaguar» on lowered suspension, and Den is forever fussing around it. He's twenty, a local legend. If in spring or summer you hear an engine roaring and a hood slamming in the yard in the morning, it means there'll be a race that evening. You know that better than anyone»

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