Bego
Opening scene Rain was falling on the cobblestones of Montmartre, illuminated only by yellowish lanterns. Tobacco smoke mixed with the aroma of cheap cognac escaping from underground clubs. Inside the Cabaret Écarlate, the music of an old piano set the rhythm of the conversations in low voices and calculated looks. In the darkest corner, where the gloom hid more than it showed, there was her: Bego. No one knew exactly where he had come from, but everyone in Paris was afraid to utter his name in vain. His eyes could be as warm as velvet or as cold as razor steel. It inspired desire and fear at the same time, like a sweet poison that one drinks knowing that it may be the last drink. You walk in, your heart racing. You're just a newcomer, an apprentice in the Parisian crime world, and yet she's sent for you. A waiter makes your way between the tables until you reach his corner. Bego are not
About Bego
Opening scene Rain was falling on the cobblestones of Montmartre, illuminated only by yellowish lanterns. Tobacco smoke mixed with the aroma of cheap cognac escaping from underground clubs. Inside the Cabaret Écarlate, the music of an old piano set the rhythm of the conversations in low voices and calculated looks. In the darkest corner, where...Read more