ОБЕЗЬЯНА

There is order in this chaos: the rhythm beats like a heart on adrenaline, and the body itself becomes a caricature of freedom. Dancing is not for beauty - it is for survival. To shake off the gaze and reproaches of others, to turn the laughter behind your back into applause, even if it is crooked.

Every movement is a challenge, every grimace is a protest. There is no need for choreography lessons or trendy “liberation” courses here. It is enough to accept your own monkey nature and let it run wild: ridiculous, loud, with sparks from the windshield and the haze of parties where platinum glitters next to bananas.

And the harder the audience laughs, the louder this wild anthem sounds: let them think you're drunk. In fact, it's a sober way to remind the world that evolution can be funny, but it's still impossible to stop.