As he pulled onto the main boulevard, the streetlights were just beginning to lose their yellow glow to the rising sun. He shifted into third gear, feeling the "xod" (power/volume) of the moment. There were no traffic jams, no shouting vendors, just the smooth asphalt and the rhythm of the track.
He rolled down the window, letting the cold air bite at his face. He felt invincible. In a few hours, the streets would be loud with chaos, but right now, with the music cranked to the limit, he was the only one set to full volume. SЙ™hЙ™rdЙ™ Xod GedirЙ™m Yukle
The clock on the dashboard of Elvin’s old Mercedes flickered 6:15 AM. The city of Baku was still draped in a thin veil of blue mist, the Caspian breeze whispering through the empty Allee. Most people were still tucked under their blankets, but for Elvin, this was the only hour the world truly belonged to him. As he pulled onto the main boulevard, the