Jul 28, 2018
«… every road comes to an end, but sometimes the end feels just like the beginning, even when you think you've come a long way...» Yours, Albert D.
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«… every road comes to an end, but sometimes the end feels just like the beginning, even when you think you've come a long way...» Yours, Albert D.
We all live under the same sky, but we don't all have the same horizon…
It was Transylvanian Judgment Night of Mr. Vlad Damian & Professor Zgomot.
The feudal castle. The sunset has begun, but it still lit outside. Carriages arrive to the old fortress. A young people of aristocratic appearance come one after another. Each of them holds a carpetbag of different size and shape. Yours, Albert D.
Dark carriage. There is only soft light, falling upon characters’ faces. Vlad, being in the distinctive pose, sits in a remote corner of the carriage, having his walking stick in front of him. Constantine is looking through the window at passers-by. Constantine Zgomot: Vlad, are you sure about what you're doing? Vlad Damian: we'll see when we die...