Chalga (2023)

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Ladies and gentlemen,

the moment we've all been waiting for.

The Last Song.

The last performer.

The last dream come true.

Because that's what we do here

at your favorite "Music Talent".

We make your dreams come true.

Ladies and gentlemen, Barbara!

Good luck!

For as long as I can remember

I dreamed of becoming a singer.

And what else was there to dream of?

They say we only like what we know.

So true!

That's how it was with me.

What do you want to know about me?

Details like my name,

my age or my birthplace?

Okay. I'm Barbara.

I am 20 and two years ago

I finished school.

- I don't know. I don't like it.

- Looks good on you!

- You're gonna k*ll that Aurora girl.

- I still don't know if she'll hear me.

How could she not want to, huh?

I also work as a sales consultant

in a supermarket.

It was supposed to be temporary,

but you know how it goes.

I've been here for two years now.

I take care of myself

and help the family budget.

And the work is not bad either.

I get to interact with people.

I'll eat your sweet peach.

I like to have fun.

I like going out with friends, dancing.

The things every girl my age

likes to do.

f*cking hot chicks!

My family is completely normal!

Ordinary in every sense of the word.

Enough. This is nonsense.

What's the use of discussing

everyday stuff?

"A man is as big, as his dreams!"

- Hey, Nayden!

- What?

You're drunk! That's what!

You'll get us in trouble.

What do you care? You only love once.

Come on!

CHALGA

It's over.

- Come on, we'll miss the whole thing!

- Wait, Barbara!

I'll arrange a meeting for you there.

But will she hear me?

- Will she hear me sing?

- Yes.

She will.

Oh, how I love you, Nayden!

Aurora!

Oh my god, thank you!

Nayden, this is her car!

I saw it in "Paparazzi".

- Come on, let's go in!

- Wait!

- How do I look? Is my makeup smudged?

- Enough, Barbie!

So you want to be a singer?

Can you sing?

I know all of your songs by heart.

You have charisma,

but something's lacking.

And you...

Don't you want to hear me sing?

Call me when you're ready.

She told me to call her when I was ready.

See?

I told you I would keep my promise.

But now you'll have to return the favor.

You know how it is.

Did you see how beautiful she is?

Barbara!

Yes.

The son of the boss.

- What zodiac sign are you?

- Cancer.

You are unique! Top class.

God, I can't believe it!

Is today some kind of miracle day?

You finally accepted my invitation.

Well Lizzie,

you know I'd do anything for you.

One year, girl,

I've been chasing after you.

For a 30 minute guest spot.

I'm sorry. I really do my best.

And what are you so busy with?

What are you up to?

I'm preparing my next album.

I'm writing a script

for my new music video.

I'm arranging the tour in Dubai.

I want to live your life for 5 minutes,

girl.

Trust me, you don't.

Tell about the new TV show.

You star alongside Ivaylo Zahariev.

Well... What can I say?

It was a challenge,

but thank God, Ivcho helped me a lot.

He helps me, takes care of me

and is a very handsome man.

Damn! My knees are weak.

What is it like to be Bulgaria's

brightest star, Barbara?

Well, a dream come true.

Trash.

How was the audition?

Are you going to be a singer now?

How many men in the jury? One? Two?

Between the sheets

in the hotel bedroom?

You think I don't know?

The whole town knows.

Wipe the window, trash!

Where are you taking the suitcase?

- To the beach.

- Where?

- Are you deaf? To the beach.

- The beach?

- No one left to f*ck locally?

- Dumbass.

She's right! You are dumb as f*ck.

- Imbecile.

- Me?

She f*cked the whole city. Let her go.

Maybe they'll pay her there.

Come on, go with her, sl*t.

Let's see who will take you.

I can't take it anymore. I'm out of here!

Where are you going?

Sweetheart, where are you going?

Baby! Where are you going?

To Golden Sands!

I will follow my dreams!

If I could turn back time

I would follow, but no.

If I can make some money

for a boob job, I'll be a star!

- Mark my words. I'm gonna be a star.

- You will, darling.

You will. I know it. I feel it in here.

We'll be watching you on TV

and you'll be making tons of money.

There comes a time in every

young person's life,

when we need to leave the nest

and carve our own path.

Later I realized there's a difference

between knowing the path and walking it.

But I had already made my choice.

There was no going back.

Hi, I'm Lizzie Popp

and I am in sunny Varna.

"Music Dreams TV" will find the answer

to the most frequently asked question.

Which question?

What kind of women do Bulgarian men like?

Let's check together.

Beautiful, well maintained.

Gracious, radiant, women who stand out.

I don't care what kind of woman she is,

as long as she has a pair

of nice big breasts like you.

I'm satisfied with this answer.

Until next time with more

interesting questions.

You are so, so beautiful.

You look like a star.

- How do you curl your hair like that?

- They curl it for me.

In the beauty salon.

That's why you're so beautiful, isn't it?

Beautiful, but not perfect.

Remember one thing.

Always strive for perfection. Always.

And follow your dreams. Understand?

Don't listen to anyone.

Because only God can judge you.

Golden sands!

A place of endless possibilities.

The land of the rich and famous.

I would make enough money here,

to make my dreams come true.

We live in a world

where everything is for sale.

Oops.

A modern girl should know

how to use her strongest weapon, right?

Of course, no one had promised me

that it would be easy.

But one must be positive.

Good things happen to those

who have a positive outlook on life.

Well done!

- Thank you. Good evening.

- Good evening.

You are...

- The soap opera actor!

- Who?

- Krum Kolev!

- Exactly!

- Oh, I adore you! Can I hug you?

- So nice, of course!

I've seen everything you ever did on TV.

The TV shows are a good thing, but

serious actors prefer feature film.

And saying that, do you know

you have the face of an actress?

- You think?

- Oh, I'm sure.

My biggest dream is to be famous.

Fame is a curse. You do not need it.

- May I take a picture?

- It will be my pleasure.

Would you like to have a drink?

in my hotel suite?

- Sure. Who would say no?

- Great!

Leave a few seconds behind me though,

so we don't attract attention.

I'll wait for you at the elevators.

Wow, it's like I'm in heaven.

Move away.

There could be paparazzi lurking.

Poor you.

Yes, baby. No, love.

I'm at the hotel. I am waiting for you.

Yes. I haven't been out.

No, no, baby. I knocked something over.

Okay.

If you need me, I'll put on a shirt

and come to you. No, it won't be colorful.

But...

OK, I'm leaving.

I have to go.

Shall I wait for you here?

Wait for me here? What do you think?

Get out. I have to go to Varna.

I'm booked to perform.

Can I ask you to pay me?

- What should I pay you for?

- For the service.

What service?

The date is not free.

What are you talking about, girl?

Me pay you?

I can be with whomever I want.

Don't you think you are

insulting me right now?

You hurt my feelings.

I'm sorry.

I should have told you from the start.

My money's missing.

Sorry, I remembered.

I helped one of the maids last night.

Her child is sick.

You are really a very good person.

Could you lend me 50 leva

for a taxi to Varna?

I promise I'll pay you back tomorrow.

Here. Take it.

This is my phone.

Call me and I'll be right over.

I'll bring it to you personally.

- Something else to drink.

- No, thanks. The bill.

You are unique.

Thanks.

What are we doing tonight?

Wanna go to a party?

You're not for me, babe.

My rate is high.

No work.

You turn tricks too?

I wish, but look at me.

Who'll pay for a lame wh*re?

Aren't you a singer?

Yes.

I mean, not yet.

How did you know?

The hair.

What about my hair?

It's the hairstyle.

Everyone in show business has it.

You have a problem though.

I know.

That's why I'm turning tricks.

For the surgery.

Sweetie. Let me hug you.

I wish you luck.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- And thank you.

- I thank you.

Miss, just reminding you that

if you want to extend your stay

you need to pay by noon.

Yes, of course.

I'll pay for another night.

Hello, I'm Lizzie Popp

and you are watching

"In the wardrobe of the stars".

As you know, I like introducing you

to our most famous artists.

Those of course who have

the most expensive wardrobe.

My guest today, Ilian Boy,

fits the bill perfectly!

- Welcome, it's a pleasure.

- Hello, the pleasure is mine.

How much do you spend monthly

to maintain that celebrity standard?

This pleasure costs me between

10 and 15 thousand dollars per month.

Wow! That's a lot of money.

Not for a celebrity. It's average.

You are the only artist who...

- Hello Miss. Welcome.

- Thanks.

The table is all yours.

f*cking parasites!

Dressed up like a princess, bro.

And only a 20 in her purse.

And cookies.

Do you want some?

I'm Roza.

- Barbara.

- Here are the thieves!

Thieves! Get them! Police!

Police!

And how am I going to get home now?

I will find a way to pay you back.

I promise.

Where did you lose it?

In a casino.

How much do you need for the surgery?

Well, for boobs about 10.

Another 5 for the nose.

Mouth, cheekbones...

I can probably skip the nose job, but...

So about 20 in total.

Something like that.

Did you really think you would

make the money over night here?

Well, that was the plan.

Oh, no, no! I give up!

This prostitution thing is not for me.

When I was a little mom

took me to the beach at night.

To look at the sea.

Where is she now?

Wanna turn tricks a little?

Hello again, lovely girls!

Hello, people.

Come on!

That's how I met Roza.

Roza was an extraordinary girl.

After a while she told me,

that hate had brought us together.

It was meant to be.

Written somewhere

between the sea and the stars.

Of course, the last thing on our minds

back then were the sea and the stars.

We were hungry broke.

Thank God Roza always

had a plan for everything.

Sometimes her plans were quite

crazy and failing with a bang.

But sometimes, I must admit,

worked surprisingly well.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

- Did you sleep well?

- Yes.

This is Gabriel.

Friend of yours?

He lets me sleep here from time to time.

He was my Bulgarian teacher.

So you want to be a singer?

- Yes.

- Still determined to follow your dreams?

- Yes.

- Then follow them.

Silicone won't make a difference

if you can really sing.

I can.

But who wants to watch

a flat board on stage?

- People want to...

- People don't know what they want.

People are idiots.

Today they cry,

tomorrow they laugh at the same thing.

They just need to feel something,

get excited.

Nobody really cares

that you are flat as a board.

I ask you again, can you sing?

I can.

Then look at this.

Roza managed to convince me to try

out at the annual castings

for new performers

by "Music Dreams TV".

The problem was that the audition

was that same day in Burgas.

And that's a 100 kilometers from Varna.

And we didn't have

a penny for travel expenses.

We had to take a risk.

But Roza was good at taking risks.

We're not bad, are we?

We are awesome.

I was a hooker, now I'm a thief.

You weren't really a prost*tute.

You haven't taken any money, have you?

I've not.

So you just a thief.

Is it possible to return

the car afterwards?

You worry about the audition.

I'll handle the car.

We need to make a quick stop.

Who was that?

An ex.

Hello, friends. I'm Lizzie Popp

and I can't wait to tell you that today

we'll be looking for a new star

on "Music Dreams TV".

You know our TV makes dreams come true.

Why are you here? What are your dreams?

I dream of becoming a pop folk star.

- Are you her mother?

- Yes, I am her proud mother.

- And you look kind of lonely?

- I'm a lyricist.

- Are you? What did you write?

- "Two beautiful eyes".

- How does that go?

- Like this:

"Two beautiful eyes. The soul of a child."

"Two pretty eyes. Music. Rays."

- Did you write this?

- Yes.

Here is the next candidate.

I can't wait to find out

what's his surprise.

Hello! You seem a bit worried.

I'm not worried, I'm concentrating.

- What will you perform?

- Ilian.

I'm curious to hear which song.

Let me, let me, let me see them,

let's see those big eyes.

Here are our first participants,

who performed for the judges.

I can't wait to ask them

how was it. What happened in there?

Which song did you perform?

Ivana's "Champagne and Tears"

with the music from "Heart" by Galena.

On a scale of 1-10,

how would you rate your performance?

Nine. It could have been better.

Beautiful, beautiful girl.

Pour me some wine, let me drink...

Thank you, that's enough.

Thank you very much.

Next, please!

Hello!

- Barbara Borisova?

- Yes!

Welcome to the stage.

- Hello, we're glad you're here.

- Hello.

You are registered as Barbara.

- Can we call you Barbie?

- Yes.

Great! Are you ready?

What will you sing for us today?

"Kiss Me" by Azis. A cappella.

Wonderful. Please.

Don't cry. We'll try again.

Don't you get it? Till I get the surgery

and become perfect,

I won't try anything else.

I won't go to castings.

I won't go to auditions.

I won't even open my mouth.

No one wants to look at me like this.

I can't even look in the mirror anymore.

Just don't give me the

"people just want to dream" sh*t.

No! People want to listen to

beautiful singers and party all night.

They don't want to see

underdeveloped little girls, like me.

They don't care about the music at all.

Why did I think I could

quit f*cking for cash?

Like there's another way

to earn some money.

What?

I know how to solve the problem.

I have a plan.

What's up, country wh*res?

Empty your pockets, peasants.

Let's see how much you got.

Bro, she's lame.

Give me a hand.

Roza was a little crazy.

She said she had a difficult childhood.

Mom?

Mom?

Roza hated unicorns.

She told me once, that if possible

she would destroy

all the unicorns in the world.

The truth was that Roza hated

not just unicorns,

but the whole world in general.

And most of all herself.

She got diagnosed

by psychiatrists as a child.

Bipolar disorder.

I don't know exactly

what that means, but

Rose was freaking out from time to time

and getting aggressive.

Almost brutal.

Yes. Roza was an extraordinary girl.

All fire from head to toe.

And nothing in between.

And she was right.

Our encounter was indeed meant to be.

Written somewhere up there.

Between the sea and the stars.

See?

This is me and you.

Two fireflies locked in a jar.

Let them go. They'll die.

Fireflies die quickly anyway.

Come on.

Something is missing

from my memories of last night.

You drugged me.

I don't want to see you ever again.

I'm getting out of here.

Wait. Let me explain.

I told you I had a plan.

And what's the plan?

Get high? Steal cars.

Then k*ll people? You're crazy.

- I'm getting out of here.

- Wait.

Wait for what? For the overdose?

I would never let anything

bad happen to you.

Did I let those two

get near you last night?

I wouldn't trade you

for anything in the world.

What was the drug?

Rufilin.

Have you seen "The Hangover"?

No.

But I've been part of several

bachelor parties.

The pills are harmless.

You just relax and your memory

is fuzzy in the morning.

I've never taken drugs.

There's a first time for everything.

And what's the plan?

Hi, there!

- You are so beautiful. Let's drink.

- Let's.

Frankly, Roza's plan, ridiculous

as it was, never failed.

It worked like a charm.

You are so manly.

I suspected Roza was using me

for some personal agenda,

but I really needed the money.

We found the first victim

in one of the casinos in Burgas.

Peace of cake.

sh*t! We struck out!

He is broke. Worse than us.

The next victim turned up

a little later.

The problem was that this one had taken

so many drugs in his life

that apparently his body had become

immune to rufilin.

Would you like one?

- What is this?

- Amphetamines.

Um... what?

Amphetamines.

Oh, I won't.

- I don't do drugs.

- As you wish.

I did not have a choice.

There was no getting away.

He just didn't get high.

And he said he hadn't slept in a week.

And he was cute.

What are you doing?

While we wait for him to fall asleep,

he can go on till the end of the summer.

Well, at least Roza cured his insomnia.

She said he should thank her,

because insomnia was fatal.

You know what's the first thing

I'll do after the surgery?

I will go to Dubai.

Yes. Dubai.

And I will have a photo sh**t there.

Something sexy.

And I will become an influencer.

It's easier to break

into show business that way.

- You think?

- My, yes.

I'm going to sell stuff on Instagram.

Everyone sells something on Instagram.

There is a scheme there too.

First you get work done,

then you become an influencer.

Maybe a sex tape after that.

And that's how you build

your contact list.

From the establishment.

Prepping for an event?

Corporate party.

What wh*re keeps her money

in a bank account?

Roza had this idea to rob the models.

She thought they left the cash

somewhere on the boat.

And I definitely didn't get an Oscar

for my next performance.

Get up.

What?

- You're fine. Get up.

- I'm not feeling well.

Come on, don't give me that sh*t.

I have been an actor for 30 years.

I've seen all kinds.

Come on, get up.

Did it pass?

Rose!

Mitko.

Uncle Mitko.

That sh*t again, my girl?

Tell me.

What's up with that?

You're paying the wh*res now?

Bullshit. They pay me.

Look now. Winbet are my people.

Stay away from them.

They're all your people.

What's left for me?

Have you eaten? Do you have money?

I'm fine on my own.

You'll be fine. Go on, get out.

Say hi to your dad.

I know what you're going to say.

"My father can suck it."

But you're wrong.

Thank you, Mr. Stoichkov.

You're welcome.

You called Dimitar Rachkov "Stoichkov"?

Are you Ret*rded?

I'm sorry.

I later found out

that Roza's father was a lawyer.

Bigwig.

He knew all the big shots.

Mayors, congressmen, artists.

Rose, of course,

was not impressed by that.

Party beauties.

What now, huh?

Shall we bathe them?

Come on!

Nora and Milena were a cool couple.

They turned out to be swingers.

You know. They exchange partners

and have group sex.

These two had obviously mistaken

us for sex groupies.

One b*llet was all it took for this lot.

Roza put them all to sleep next

to each other with a single bottle.

And I felt for the first time,

that somehow, without knowing,

I had began to care for

the strange crippled girl.

After a while I learned the story

of the magic pills.

They were the brainchild of a mad

chemist. Roza's childhood friend.

Desperate types used them all the time.

Rapists and various scum.

We could have messed up the dose,

but thank God everything went well.

What?

Jackpot!

What's wrong?

Aren't you happy?

We split the money in half.

I didn't pay much attention then,

but something was eating at Roza.

I thought it was her bipolar disorder.

Natural beauty.

Please. The concept does not exist.

Let's not forget it's the 21st century.

It's not the dark ages.

You are born ugly, you live ugly.

And you must die ugly.

Die after a lifetime of being ugly?

Why? Why do this to ourselves?

Ah, I just want to ask

did you work on celebrities?

Excuse me, but I'm changing faces,

it's what I do,

but I also change destinies.

I want you to remember this.

Let me show you. Everything you see

on TV, on the magazine covers,

it's all the work of these two hands.

- Do you like this?

- Yes!

These are my angels!

Do you know her?

She was a freak before, you know.

Last month, a girl came here.

After the recovery period

she got herself a boy immediately.

Wealthy, young. Not some uncle.

Farmer. From Dobrich. It's Dobrich,

But it doesn't matter, she's happy.

Dobrich, Dobrich, it doesn't matter.

Okay. Let me look at you a little.

Okay. We're going to nip the cheek,

some lip work.

The nose is good by the way.

You have good genes.

- So if you know what you want...

- I know what I want.

I want to be like Barbie.

Plastic from head to toe.

Hi.

Thanks for waiting for me.

Is everything alright?

Did I do something?

Will you tell me what's going on?

You want to be like them?

Live their life?

Photo shoots in exotic destinations,

flying in private jets,

getting high and partying

all night at the clubs

with a Dolce bag and Dsquared2 shoes.

And how are you going

to pay for all this?

You'll be selling your a*s. That's how.

So what?

You'll pretend all your life

that you didn't grow up in a village?

That you are not illiterate,

that your parents aren't rednecks,

who did not raise you properly

and didn't give you an education,

because they are dumb f*ck?

You want to be an ignorant

fake wh*re for life?

Okay.

Now get out of here.

I don't want to see you ever again.

Have a nice trip.

I hope you know where you're headed.

I am aware!

I know everything.

I'm not as dumb as you think I am.

But I will achieve my goals.

I will become a singer. Like it or not.

And if I have to sell my a*s,

I'll sell it.

I'm ready.

To be honest,

I didn't have time to think

about what caused Roza's

outburst Roza at that moment.

I had the money

at last I could be happy.

I could start my new life.

I had booked a date and time

for the surgery.

So I had dinner at a lovely restaurant,

checked into a nice little hotel

in Varna's city center.

I just had to enjoy the moment.

And to wait.

sh*t.

Roza.

f*cking Roza.

There's no getting away from this girl.

Who else could be so insolent,

as to rob a person,

eat their food and watch them sleep.

How did she climb up here?

She's a cr*pple, isn't she?

f*cking Roza.

I wasn't going to let this slide.

I had earned this money.

Please, it's very important.

I have to find her.

Now what am I going to do?

How will I get home?

Don't you ever say anything, man?

You were a teacher, weren't you?

What kind of a teacher were you?

By the way, her name is Christina.

What?

The girl you're looking for.

Her name is Christina.

Okay.

I'll wait here.

You'll be waiting a long time.

I've been a teacher all my life, girl.

I have 3,000 or 4,000 students.

I don't know what they learned.

sh*t.

The psychiatry.

- Anelia?

- Anelia calms them down.

We have all kinds here. This one,

for example, is a former opera singer.

- I sing too.

- I would love to hear you sometime.

Goshev! Goshev, no! No, Goshev!

Striptease only at night.

- Tochev.

- I understand.

They worked together in the movies.

Let me see.

Open wide. Well done.

Look at these two. Happy.

They like it here.

Christina.

Christina. You have a visitor.

I'll let you talk.

Then we can have coffee.

Or brandy.

Of course.

Christina, huh?

Can you talk?

I mean, do you understand me?

How did you get here?

I live here.

Sometimes I go out.

Sometimes they bring me back.

Why did you do that?

I needed the money.

Forget it.

I didn't want to lose you.

I told you Roza was a little crazy.

But maybe I didn't use the right word.

Roza was sick.

Something broke inside her

after her mother's death.

I'm not saying it's easy

to lose your mother, but...

This was her second suicide attempt.

The first time she was 10.

She tried to hang herself in a hospital.

Her sheet rope broke

and Roza broke her leg.

That's when she started limping.

Thank God the second attempt

failed as well.

But it's kinda like gravity.

If you persist in your attempts,

sooner or later you achieve your goals.

I mean, Roza probably wouldn't

be lucky the third time.

I'm telling you this

bipolar disorder is not a joke.

Roza told me there were more than

40 million cases worldwide.

It's like

a deficiency of some

chemical substance in a person's brain.

Similar to kidney failure

for example or anemia.

Except no one calls diabetics crazy.

No one turns their back on them,

no one runs from them in the street.

What is bipolar disorder?

Generally speaking, imagine

fighting for someone's life,

if that person does not want to live.

And that's every day,

every hour, every second.

Imagine this and maybe

you will get the idea,

albeit a sketchy one.

But bipolar disorder has its advantages.

Like mood swings for example.

What is this nonsense

you are reading to us?

"How to heal our sick souls"

by Lydia Mihova.

Very popular.

Instagram is full of her quotes.

Are you kidding? She is illiterate.

So how can she be illiterate?

She is a writer.

Yes, a writer.

Every other broad is a writer now.

First they were PRs,

then psychologists, now writers.

Welcome back, Roza.

Roza offered me a deal.

If I helped get her out of the clinic,

she would give me my money back

from the swingers' job.

Did I have a choice?

The problem was, I had to

meet a friend of hers

from the children's institution.

Four eyes.

Remember him?

The boss is rehearsing.

Barbara.

For the ruffies?

I'm good, aren't I?

That's how I get the best p*ssy.

Christina called me.

How is she?

- She's in the psychiatry.

- Again?

What does she want?

A little help.

I'm working on a new c*ck.

I don't recommend it.

Will you take a picture?

I'm excited to be back.

I spend the better part of my life

in this place.

Yes.

- May I?

- Ah, what are you doing back here?

Be careful not to make a habit of it.

I came to ask for another visit.

Get in, get in, get in.

Bring Christina.

Come on in.

Go rest.

Meet Francois.

These two have been trying

to join the French Legion for years.

Do you take your medicine regularly?

- Every day.

- Good boy. I see you're doing good.

Do you miss Roza?

I know.

The relationships born in

the clinic are indestructible.

And they often lead to

unwarranted consequences.

Shall I turn my back now so you can pour

one of your inventions into my glass?

Or shall we talk some more?

I expected that.

What did you say?

What is he saying?

Did you expect this?

Come on.

May I?

This is my daughter.

Her name is Kalina.

I think we should part ways.

I also have plans for my life.

I better not involve you in this.

Yes. Roza had a daughter.

She fell in love with Four eyes.

They did not use protection

and they got in trouble.

Afterwards, Roza decided

to keep the baby, for her own reasons.

Only they wouldn't let her.

Some experts from

"Child Protection" concluded,

that Roza was not only unfit

to be a mother,

but posed a danger for the baby's life.

Four eyes agreed.

They just took it from her.

And she was sent back to the asylum.

"The world is full of traitors." -

Roza often said.

That's why friendship is priceless.

Yes. Sometimes in life bad things

happen, sometimes good things.

It was time to go.

I had to follow my dreams.

Here she is.

The one with the blonde hair.

Hands. Behind your back.

Where is my child?

Tell me where my child is!

- Where is my child?

- Sit down.

So you want to be a singer?

And you need the money for a surgery.

But you have no proof that the $4,000

actually belong to you.

I told you. Mom gave them to me.

That is yet to be confirmed.

But I highly doubt it's true.

And if I'm right, and I almost always am,

we will confiscate all the money.

But that's the least of your problems.

Shall I tell you

what your real problem is?

Your real problem is called

"complicity in kidnapping".

Of a child.

And let me tell you

something about Christina.

Roza. Just so you know.

10 years in the loony bin.

Over 50 escape attempts.

19 felonies.

Thefts. Robberies. Assaults.

Drug distribution and use.

Two suicide attempts.

And let me ask you. Human to human.

Do you think it is reasonable

for this girl to take care of a child?

Tell me where Christina is.

And I promise you right now, the moment

we arrest her, you're getting out of here.

You'll get out clean, no charges.

And the most important thing -

you'll get all the money.

I broke.

And in the end, the officer was right.

Roza was nuts.

It had nothing to do with her illness.

It just wasn't right to leave

a child to her care.

Roza was caught getting

the sleeping child in Four eyes's car.

Maybe it really was best for everyone.

Naturally, the cops did not

give me my money back.

And I was left in the street.

Get out of here, you wh*re.

What a nice surprise.

Do you want a pill?

Open your mouth, kitten.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen.

I'm Lizzie Popp,

and you are at the first of its kind

Ice Vape party.

Gathered in one place

are the most famous

local artists like Ilian Boy and Aurora,

tiktokers with millions of followers.

Now you will also see the fashion show

of the lovely girls

from event agency "Vip Models Group".

With so many stars in one place

I can't miss the opportunity

of an unforgettable selfie.

Come on. One, two, three!

Amazing!

Hey, Cinderella!

Do you want to be in a documentary

about the influencers in Bulgaria?

I want to be a singer.

But I can also be an influencer

and vlogger.

Tell me about yourself.

I'm Barbara.

They call me Barbie.

I am 20 years old and...

There isn't much to tell.

What do you want from life?

What do you dream of?

I dream of being a star.

A star? Aren't there too many stars

in this country, Cinderella?

No room left for ordinary people.

And what would you do

to do to become a star?

I'd do anything.

- Do you know them?

- Yes.

- And you want to be like them?

- Yes.

Be careful what you wish for!

Are you ready to endure all the pain and

suffering in the world to become a star?

I have suffered so much,

you have no idea.

Nothing scares me. I'm telling you,

I'd do anything.

Anything?

In that case, I wish all the best.

Hey! Come here!

Come. Come.

Do you know what I see in you?

I see myself.

I was lost too.

Laughed at.

And lonely.

Then I met a friend.

Do you know what he told me?

It will not always be like this.

And now I want you to smile.

This song is for you.

I still remember your eyes,

crying in love.

I remember your perfume so strong

and how you screamed my name.

"You're not for me"

you told me and life went on

But since then I haven't lived,

I can't forget you

When I hear your name, your name,

I'm intoxicated.

When I drink, I want to call you,

I bite my fingers to stop myself.

I have everything,

just one thing is missing.

I don't have your love!

For your love I'd do anything.

If I delete all our stories and photos.

So what? Your face is not forgotten.

Our places and songs are not forgotten.

The ones we listened in the car.

Now they make me cry.

Barbara.

I like your name. Can you sing?

- You are...

- Nice to meet you.

The owner of "Music Dreams TV".

Are you ready to make

your dreams come true?

Yes! Yes! Yes!

It happened!

If you believe,

if you fight to the death

and have a little luck,

you can make his dreams come true.

A year later I was

where I thought I belonged.

On stage, in the spotlight.

With the most powerful man in

the music industry behind me.

What did it cost me?

Nothing I haven't done before.

As Roza said.

What does it matter?

Now everything was up to me.

And yes, if I win the competition,

I will finally have the money,

to get rid

of that hateful flaw at last.

Good luck.

Not like this -

without a single tear,

without a parting glance.

You know it hurts.

And everything comes to an end,

but not like that, not like that...

Love is a poem without end,

a sacred whisper

and it remains in us, forever!

Love and time are endless.

It's just me and you.

We are different now...

Not like this -

without a single tear.

I know it's time

we say goodbye.

But let our goodbye

be like our love -

strong and bitter,

but not like that, not like that...

Love is a poem without end,

a sacred whisper

and it remains in us, forever!

Love and time are endless.

It's just me and you.

We are different now...

Love is a poem without end,

a sacred whisper

and it remains in us, forever!

Love and time are endless.

It's just me and you.

We are different now.

Love is a poem without end,

a sacred whisper

and it remains in us, forever!

Love and time are endless.

It's just me and you.

We've changed.

Are you kidding?

We've come this far and now

you're screwing everything up?

What do you want?

People will think you're

some sort of freak.

Five minutes to air. The lines are closed.

Voting is over.

When we met

did I promise to make your dreams

come true? I did.

Did I promise to make you a star? I did.

Get a grip, girl! Now is your moment!

Grab it like I taught you. Clear?

And no more breakdowns.

Can you hear what I'm saying?

Look me in the eyes.

- Good evening!

- Mr. Minister!

- Zhorka!

- It's an honor.

This is Barbara.

Barbara Borisova.

My favorite.

You are even more beautiful in person.

And I love your breasts.

Thank you.

See you at the after party,

to celebrate the victory.

- Well, we can't be sure.

- We can!

Trust me. We can do everything.

Barbara.

He liked you.

You know what you have to do. Right?

It's not something

you haven't done before.

Just business.

I had just won "Music talent"

and it meant nothing.

It was just a small step

on the way to the top.

I told you one must sacrifice

for the sake of their dreams.

And I wasn't going to break now.

What's wrong with you? Are you okay?

The wh*re from Pernik.

The big winner.

I do not blame you.

I do it too.

You go to bed with one,

you wake up with another.

You go out with someone else.

And when you fall in love with someone,

he calls you an artificial trash.

And he is right.

Because you're plastic from head to toe.

Artificial nose, artificial lips,

artificial t*ts.

Get out of here now,

go chase your dreams.

Hey Barbara, come right back!

Can you hear me, b*tch?

A few hours later Roza was still there.

I watched her for a long time.

And then for the first time in my life

I realized what happiness was.

And what it costs.

Where are you? Is Kalina up?

Well don't wake her up.

We are waiting for you.

Here she is.

I stole her from the doctor's office.

We'll rent something small

for the time being.

The prices in Italy are higher,

but we will manage. I promise you.

f*ck. Life can be good.

Are you sure he will give you the money?

Of course he will.

Have your surgery first,

we will wait for you there.

And how did he manage to get her?

Do not think about it. He succeeded.

Besides her ID,

Roza also stole a whole bag

of psychiatric drugs.

And all the money the patients saved

for a sea trip.

She gave the drugs to Four eyes

to sell them.

But one of his playmates

overdosed on them.

She died.

The cops caught him and he decided

to trade his freedom

for Roza's.

But whatever.

Honestly right now

I don't care about that at all.

I didn't care who, what, why.

I didn't care about anything,

except one thing.

To run away with Roza.

To run away from everyone

and everything.

To run away from my past.

To run away from my present.

To run away from my dreams.

Because as someone once said:

"We shed more tears

for our dreams come true,

than for the ones left behind."

Right?

I was happy.

For the first time in my life

I was free.

Did you see that? They can't catch us.

We will never be caught.

I will never see her again.

Christina!

It's over!

Don't even think about it!

Roza says the dreams were

like yesterday's tears.

Yesterday they were there,

today they are not.

What's left behind is the pain.

Caused by everything we've done

to make them come true.

And the pain is not from yesterday.

It's not a memory.

As Roza used to say:

"God has a plan for each one of us".

And she was right.

God had a plan for her too.

And it was not for her to die that day.

Dear Roza.

I'm very sick.

She had failed again.

I'm the worst suicider in the world.

For the third time.

Oh, I broke my leg!

In the same place.

She hadn't broken her leg.

She had broken her ribs.

Will you take care of that idiot?

Because they don't want her

in the asylum anymore.

And a little later in the hospital they

removed her spleen and gall bladder.

But she was alive.

Not that she particularly cared

about that.

What is the patient's name?

Kristina Krasimirova.

We call her Roza.

What are you to her?

A friend.

Thank you.

A month later, after all the surgeries

and the hospital fees

my check from "Music Talent"

was reduced to almost nothing.

I think I know how to make money.

Okay, I understand. Forget it.

And the surgery?

I guess I'll start accepting myself

the way God made me.

You mention God's name in vain

everyday on Instagram, don't you?

Yesterday's tears.

I'm not saying it's easy to forget

your dreams altogether.

But I guess in every person's life

there comes a time when they

need to make a choice.

To decide how they want

to move forward.

If they want to at all.

We live in a world where

people's value is measured

by the number of followers

they have on Instagram.

Beauty is measured in silicone.

And dignity - in dollar bills.

We live in a world, where love exists

only in our posts on the Internet.

And sex and betrayal are

our surest paths to success.

At least according to me in my 20s.

Therefore, as Roza says it is priceless

to have a friend by your side.

Helps you accept

the things in life a little easier.

Right?