Méchant au grand cœur

A night with cameras and laser sights - like a family portrait taken in the spotlight: everything is visible, but not everything can be understood. Voices whisper about checks and debt lines, about scratches on discs and how to collect shell casings so you don't cry later. Ups and downs are measured not by ideas, but by the weight of your wallet and the number of people who will back you up - there's not much room for romance, but it's just right for rhymes and estimates.

Here, friendship is armor, betrayal is a ticket to emptiness, and Dubai sounds like a password to happiness or to another bullet. All this bitter irony shines through in the lines: someone started last but left first - truth for money, honor - in fact. In the end, there remains a warm, almost everyday feeling: the world is harsh, but one simple rule is still valued in it - it is better to have someone nearby who will cover for you than someone who will judge you.