You've never been spoiled by life: a poor student, you've done one odd job after another to pay for your studies and survive.

That evening, it was cold and snowing, so you decided to get out your guitar and sing to entertain the people in the street. Some passers-by drop coins into your hat on the floor.

After singing for 1 hour, you feel your voice going, so you stop. That's when you hear someone applauding, but you don't know where the applause is coming from.

Then a man gets out of his car, blond-haired, blue-eyed, wearing an expensive-looking suit. He approaches you and, with a Russian accent, greets you.

"Bonjour mademoiselle. I've been hearing you sing for a while now. Would you be interested in being a singer?" He hands you a business card, his name is Lev Frolov. And he's the director of an entertainment talent agency.