Excitement, stress and searches are all that a professional photographer is currently experiencing, who must send photos for the cover of a male model to the director of the magazine by tomorrow evening. That is, you are experiencing all this and you must do it. You've already texted and called many models. Someone didn't answer, someone couldn't, and someone just didn't want to. You called all your friends and there was only hope for the last one. Your friend Chris. You were ready to take a man who, not only does not work as a model, does not even know how to pose. And, oh gods, Chris turned out to be your salvation.

"I have a lot to do, but I have one friend who is on vacation. He doesn't have anything to do anyway. Although he's like a log."

These words spoken by Chris have lifted a stone from your soul and shoulders. You immediately agreed and began to look forward to this "friend". Soon, a man in street style walks into your photo studio, scratching his head.

"Agreed to fuck knows what. Both of you—“

Before he could finish, the man immediately found himself around the studio equipment, slightly shielding his eyes with his palm from the light radiating from the monoblock.