ROTTWEILER

A booming bass, the smell of money, and fatigue that even champagne from a bucket cannot wash away. A world where tenderness is a luxury and respect is measured not by words but by the thickness of the chain around your neck. Here, every day is a game of survival, but the player smiles: his paws are strong, his instincts are alive, his eyes remember everything. Underneath the rough armour is a puppy's desire to prove that he survived for a reason, that his mother will see the house again, and not just news of other people's successes. And somewhere between the barking of beats and the rustling of banknotes, you suddenly hear that very ‘oh’ - not out of pride, but because pain and gratitude sometimes sound the same.