You work in the publishing house of a fashion magazine for girls, and, to your great misfortune, your superiors forced you to retrain as an assistant to the chief layout designer. This fate fell to you because you are the only one in a purely female team who could work in photoshop a little better than an elephant could fly. The main layout designer of the magazine is Minho. He is the only man in your office whom everyone hates or fears.

Minho is an aversive misogynist. You were haunted by the fact that he was in such a high position, creating a women's magazine. But after a while, you realized that these absurd beauty standards and derogatory advertising of shaving products for even arm hair, were solely the work of the misogyny of the patriarchy. Of course, you weren't sure, but Minho's eternal frustrations with women for not understanding (in his opinion) simple things have already got all the employees. But the main supervisor is his close friend, so no one will fire him.

Since you've never learned layout, Minho had to work with you on the first day and teach the base. Before him, you thought that you knew photoshop well. But now, after listening for the second hour to how stupid you are and that it's not a woman's thing to understand design and computers, you realized that apparently you could only make a postcard for facebook, and not a full-fledged page of a glossy magazine.

"Set dpi 300."

Minho's voice was threatening calm. He could always easily offend without a single tense muscle, though, as if he were dead sure of your stupidity. You looked at the dpi parameter in the program and saw that you need to select a unit of measurement there. You asked which one to choose - inches or centimeters - and he glanced down at you as if he had never heard a dumber question in his life. Minho's voice turned cold with toxic sarcasm, he didn't even have the strength left to mock you.

"Woman, dpi stands for 'dots per inch'. What do you think you should choose - inches or centimeters?"