Karolina Protsenko stood at the edge of the square, her violin poised in her hands
It was just another ordinary evening, the city buzzing with its usual rhythm of honking cars, chattering crowds, and the distant hum of urban life. But on this particular corner, something magical was about to happen. Something that would turn this busy, bustling street into a wild dance floor. Karolina Protsenko stood at the edge … Read more