Many strive to climb to the top. Only a few succeed. And none of them will ever say out loud what payment they had to make for the climb. The capital is a hungry beast, used to eating more often and biting off more. Its peak is hidden behind bloody clouds. And the price for climbing is sometimes unbearable. No one can predict whether he won’t end up under the crimson rain of these clouds. Evening bars and discos are places of fun songs and alcohol—where new stars of the stage might flare up, bringing the world their songs. Or they might go out, never earning their fans’ love. But what celebrities definitely don’t look for is a painful death by the roadside. Still, it’s not up to them to decide.