Moldova Ice Castle

(The freezing wind howls through the streets of a completely frozen Moldova. In the middle of the snow, Dan Bălan falls to his knees, his hands trembling as he gently takes Arsenie’s ice-cold face into his palms. Right next to them, Radu stands completely petrified, frozen mid-argument in pure December anger. Dan presses his forehead against Arsenie’s icy shoulder, his tears turning into crystals as he whispers in deep despair) . (Dan looks up at the gray Moldovan sky, completely helpless. The music has faded into silence. Everything is still, waiting for the clock to hit 23:00 so the ultimate summer countdown edit can break the spell and melt the ice)