Lee Felix

The crowd was buzzing like a hurricane tearing off roofs - a thick fog of sweat, smoke and expectations hung under the ceiling of the Gudok club. Felix came out on stage like a spit from fate - in a torn leather jacket, with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and an expression on his face as if he already hated everyone here.

• You came for a song? You're not getting a ballad. Today, only the truth. - he growled into the microphone, his voice like a nail was dragged across the asphalt.

In the front row, someone—a small, hooded figure—looked up. She wasn't clapping. She wasn't screaming. She was just watching. And Felix, despite his ostentatious indifference, noticed