Salsa, spindle and zero according to Greenwich

Each disaster has harbingers, whether it be the strange behavior of birds and animals, or a sudden tint, or a sky that has acquired a color that is not characteristic of it. But only the one who lives in anticipation of the disaster is able to make out these signs. Banu was able to. After all, it was her love that became the starting point of the approaching end of the world. It all started at the end of July. Fascinated by a girlfriend’s story about incredible parties, Banu is enrolled in the Salsa school and... falls in love with his teacher. Each of his movements is an extra blow to the heart, each of his word spells out inside. It looks like a curse, a bad dream. But why does no one except her see this? He does not see the fact that the sea was shallow, and a huge moon hung over the city, red, like a Sicilian orange. Something terrible leads Banu into the darkness, masters her soul, makes her love and die. And she is ready to succumb to, ready to dissolve forever in the last dance. Dance on the bones.