"I was waiting for you," a voice whispered through the speakers, cutting through the heavy bass of the night.
"Sună-mă," he muttered to the empty car, a half-smile playing on his lips. It was more than a request; it was the rhythm of his life. He didn't need the money, the cars, or the fame if the one person who truly knew him wasn't on the other end of the line. Tzanca Uraganu - Suna-ma
Andrei leaned back, the "Uragan" calming into a gentle breeze. "You know the rules," he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly, melodic tone. "When the world gets too loud, you’re the only sound I need to hear. So call me, keep me on the line, and let's leave the rest of the world behind." "I was waiting for you," a voice whispered
The bass didn’t just play; it breathed. It thumped against the velvet interior of the white Mercedes-Maybach as it glided through the neon-drenched streets of Bucharest. Andrei—known to the world by a name that commanded respect in every luxury lounge—adjusted his gold watch. The light from the passing streetlamps caught the diamonds on his wrist, sending tiny sparks dancing across the dashboard. He didn't need the money, the cars, or