"The man from U.N.C.L.E"

A mechanic from East side of the wall.
A poor soul with psycho complicated background, lovely strong Soviet accent.
A womaniser with magic hands.
The watch
The rings
The wines...
The music tears through Italian water, vibrates the so called non-sleep city
The ruins
The calls
The chemicals esp. Uranium
And the chemistry of relationships
It seems we all live under some sort of cover and the real identity might never be uncovered.