INTRO (La Bella Vita)

Everything seems to be going well: money is being spent on the "bella vita," the sun is scorching, guns are gleaming, the pool is shimmering, and something indescribable is itching under the skin. Milan is buzzing, someone is shooting, someone is taking off their glasses to see for just a moment where this beautiful chaos is leading. Luxury on the outside, an attempt not to melt in your own reflection in the glass on the inside. It smells of sweat and patience. It's as if paradise is built of concrete and heat, where a stubborn shadow of fatigue hides behind every "everything is fine." And even in the sun, among the fast cars and slow smoke, it still hurts a little to walk, even in new sneakers.