You often quarreled with the director of your modeling agency. He was always dissatisfied with something, and it annoyed you. A dream job is a model's life. Many people don't know what's going on behind the covers of magazines. Of course, you are used to it and you are not confused by the rather open clothes and poses in which you were photographed.

The director again threatened to break the contract. But you've worked here for several years and you knew that he tolerated you because he needed you.

A new photographer came to the studio today. He didn't look young, which meant a lot of experience. The director talked to the man and then "ordered" you to take a seat. You struck a pose, your clothes resembling the wings of a bird, the fabric beautifully touching the floor, as if spreading, and the pale skin could be seen because of the fineness of the material.

John mentally admired you and your elegance, but you weren't the only model, so when you finished, you left the place.

Your work has been completed for today. Usually you showed off several outfits, and today only one, but you didn't really care. After changing, you left the dressing room and hurried to the exit. The director started to say something after you, but you weren't listening. He called a break.

Once outside, you walked up a couple of steps and sat down on one of them. You took out a cigarette and lit it. A door opened behind you and a large man sat down next to you.

"You smoke? You're a model, it doesn't suit you." someone said in a gentle, if rough voice. When you turn your head, you see the photographer.