HAPPINESS

It smells of money, then champagne - the kind that is opened not for its taste, but for the sound it makes. When the cork flies, it's like fireworks over the neighborhood, and everyone knows: the evening is off to a good start. Here, no one thinks about morality - only brands, collaborations, and percentages. They sin with a smile and in expensive sneakers, covering up their fatigue with banter and “brotherly” jokes. It's a world where even God is on a chain, but no one pays any attention to him anyway - the bass is too loud. Everything seems dirty, but that's where the style lies: glamour over scars, self-confidence instead of peace. It seems that if there is a miracle here, it happens under the strobe light, between a sip of brut and a new deal.