Keine Option

It's like the morning ritual of a winner - the razor glides over the skin, mirrors shine, and the air smells of metal and ambition. Everything here is imbued with the ring of success, but with a hint of the street, where even champagne tastes a little like sweat and stubbornness. This is not about dreams - it's about proving that they have already come true, and everyone had better get used to it.

Every line is like the rustling of banknotes to the beat, and behind this bravado you can hear discipline - almost military. Not giving up is not a slogan, but an item in the daily planner. Even cappuccino has a hint of risk. And in this assertive confidence there is a strange calmness: when there is only one path, all unnecessary options are simply crossed out. After all, standing still is really not an option.