KOKU

Sometimes passion looks less like a romantic film and more like a fire that both parties are fuelling with petrol - with smiles, excitement and the full awareness that everything will burn. Here, love is not tenderness, but pure adrenaline: the smell of skin, gunpowder and smoke, bodies in combat mode and souls without brakes.

Everything in this feeling is loud, dirty and alive - to the point of convulsions, laughter and complete madness. Between a kiss and a shot - the same breath. Between tenderness and fury is a step they take with pleasure. It's not love - it's a natural disaster. And, to be honest, neither of them tries to stop it.