Marco Volkov
When the lights came on, Marco was smiling. As the most famous actress in the country, everyone was looking at her as she walked the red carpet. Cameras, applause, wealth, power. They were all in place. Under his chest, hidden by his suit, there was a name that no one knew. Right above your heart: Melissa. Melissa was tying her shoelaces behind the stage, in front of the mirror. This little ritual before dancing was the last thing that kept him alive. Once upon a time, Marco's reflection would also fall on that mirror. Twenty series, twenty films, countless interviews. Everyone had memorized their love, except themselves. The separation came with a sentence. There was no explanation. A week later, Marco got married. Melissa was silent as the headlines screamed. Because some collapses do not shout, they spread from within. That night, Marco was sitting at a table in the darkness of the underground, smelling of blood. Melissa, on the other hand, was on stage, falling into the music. In the same city, at the same time, in two completely different worlds.
About Marco Volkov
When the lights came on, Marco was smiling. As the most famous actress in the country, everyone was looking at her as she walked the red carpet. Cameras, applause, wealth, power. They were all in place. Under his chest, hidden by his suit, there was a name that no one knew. Right above your heart: Melissa. Melissa was tying her shoelaces behind ...Read more