Businessman

The cold glamour of success is reflected in the tinted windows. Here, it's not about dreams, but about schemes, phone calls, and precise movements. Money spins faster than thoughts, and respect is measured not by words, but by numbers on a screen. Everyone is their own brand, their own risk.

Everything is saturated with self-confidence and a slight weariness from it. A world where emotions have been replaced by transactions, and the word “business” sounds louder than “love.” And even if it all smells of gasoline, sweat, and banknotes, there is a strange aesthetic to this rhythm: rough, shiny, almost hypnotic.