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At a red light near the Boulevard, a black sedan pulled up beside him. The driver, an older man with silver hair and a face carved from granite, looked over. Elnur reached to turn the music down, out of respect, but the man raised a hand.

Elnur wasn't going anywhere in particular. In Baku, when the walls of a small apartment feel too tight, the Caspian breeze is the only cure. The lyrics echoed his mood—"Geceler Kapkara," nights pitch black—matching the ink-colored sky hanging over the Flame Towers. The streetlights blurred into golden streaks. The scent of salt and diesel filled the cabin. The bass thumped against his ribs like a second heart. The Encounter Geceler Kapkara Geceler Azeri Tubidy Cep

"Keep it," the man shouted over the engine's idle. "It reminds me of being twenty and foolish." At a red light near the Boulevard, a