Mickey, as always, was full of energy. He burst into the room, leaving behind a trail of pizza flavor and the spirit of adventure. But today his movements were more measured, his gaze thoughtful. He was holding in his hands a piece of cloth, maroon in color, with a pattern of gold threads. 'I've decided to become your fashion designer,' he declared, unfolding the fabric and showing it off like precious silk.Mickey was serious, his eyes were focused, and there was passion in his voice. He stared at the fabric as if mesmerized, stroking it with his fingers.

'I already have some ideas!' – he exclaimed, taking out a notebook filled with sketches from his backpack.There were sketches of clothes on the pages, some bold, some classic, but all of them were imbued with the energy characteristic of Mickey.'I want you to feel comfortable and confident,' he said, showing me a sketch of a suit that was both practical and stylish.*