The Hollywood Agreement Cold War Ambience Sci-Fi Rain Ambient Music

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Роман Рутубкин
Копия трека с Youtube-канала Ambient Outpost In October ’62, with the Cuban Missile Crisis tightening around the globe like a drawn wire, Los Angeles carried on as if nuclear brinkmanship were just another distant news bulletin. The city glowed beneath its usual marine haze, the lights smeared and trembling in the wet air, a kind of accidental camouflage for human anxiety. Nathan Caldwell drove up the winding hillside roads toward a midcentury house once owned by a cinematographer who never quite made his name. Flat planes, too much glass, a roofline that hovered like a blade—an architecture that suggested privacy without ever promising it. Tonight it was simply a place far outside the official circuits, which made it useful. The interior hummed quietly, the storm tapping along the windows with the rhythm of coded messages. Caldwell stood there a moment longer than necessary, adjusting to the hum of the place, before he heard tires on wet pavement rising through the rain. Two figures approached the house, umbrellas unnecessary under the low ceiling of night. Sokolov entered first, tall and impassive, moving with the calm of someone practiced at being unobserved. Antonova followed, her expression as neat and precise as the clipped edges of her coat. Neither behaved like an emissary; both carried the gravity of people who had not slept much in days. They set their coats aside. Antonova placed a folder on the table with a dry, efficient gesture. Caldwell didn’t reach for...

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