Я твой номер один

It's as if a bright sign flashes in the night and beckons you closer: promises of passion, autographs on skin, the sparkle in the eyes that reveals the whole game of chance. There is no room for modesty here - only loud declarations of “I'm your number one,” like a mantra that must convince both her and the hero himself. A little deliberate, a little provocative, but that's how that feeling is born - when the world revolves around the dance floor, sparkling lights, and that very name that is repeated over and over again, like a password to a private club.