He didn’t know Cristi. But somehow, Cristi had been waiting for him. For fifteen years.
Marius’s heart did a small, strange jump. It wasn’t just about the show. It was about proving that the past wasn’t gone. That the dirty stairwells, the smoky kitchens, the endless arguments about heating bills — they still existed somewhere.
Then he added a new file to the folder: a text document named si-acum-e-randul-tau.txt