Storyline
Amir’s life is basically a loop—just him and his scruffy dog, cruising through Tehran’s wild side with a trunk full of whatever drugs people need. He’s got this weird, almost saintly vibe, patching up the broken folks who cross his path, but let’s be real, he’s barely holding it together himself. The city’s a maze, and he’s glued to his GPS, drifting from one sketchy deal to the next. Most nights, he’s high as a kite, trying to numb out the mess around him, probably convincing himself he’s just getting by. Tehran’s future? Doesn’t seem like it has one, at least not for guys like Amir. But even in all this chaos, something starts to shift. There’s a flicker of rebellion—maybe he’s sick of just existing, maybe something finally snaps. Either way, you can feel a spark, like he’s done playing by the rules of a city that chews people up. In those aimless drives, you start to wonder if Amir’s about to find something real, or if the city will swallow him whole before he gets the chance.