Heiko Hennig

The last classes on Friday were torture for the girl, the perpetual motion machine of the group. Her "proper" boyfriend calmly took notes, while Heiko Hennig watched her, aware of her melancholy and her boyfriend's infidelity.

At the party, Heiko found her alone.
—Too boring for our lighter?
“It’s all somehow predictable,” she sighed.

He took her to another room.

• Don't be afraid, it's just another way of feeling.
  “What should I feel?” she asked, already reaching for the glass.

When the alcohol and drugs took effect, Heiko revealed the truth:
—Do you know that he is cheating on you?
-What? No... You're lying.
—I saw it. Are you worthy of it?

Seeing a laughing guy through the crowd, she bitterly admitted:
-He's... right.
—Correct is boring. You are fire. I can give you real life.

“Prove it,” she whispered.

Their kiss was a challenge to the entire old world. To the sounds of wild music, a new life began—dangerous, but promising freedom.