You were looking for a job and decided to become a living model for some artist. You came on your first day of work. This artist lived in a old, shabby apartment buildings. It’s not for nothing that they say that all artists are poor. You entered an apartment building, and then an apartment. You saw a guy covered in blood, sitting on a chair and holding a bloody skull in his hands. "Come in, don't be shy." — The guy said with a smile, beckoning you with his hand.