I am from Ukraine; Ukrainian, or Russian, I'm not sure. A family tree analysis would probably confirm both possibilities. Until recently, ethnicity was not a common topic of conversation in my city, nor was it a criterion of one's identity; for me, it's not even today, and I'm sure it won't be in the future either. I rely on personal resources, the most important of which is my physical appearance.

  
Wherever I appear, I attract attention. Everyone addresses me kindly and with a smile; men, of all generations, especially. Wanting to win my attention and trust, they approach me, and more or less discreetly offer a lot. I reject them. Physical beauty, which they want, for me, is something sublime and precious. I'm taking care of it. I'll tell you: I dream about a career as a photo model. I want to be a star like the legendary Naomi, Cindy, Linda... Could such a thing come true? Will famous fashion agencies notice me at some point?

  
In the meantime, I focus on my education: learning foreign languages ​​fills most of my free time, and I am a passionate lover of literature. A career as a photo model would allow me what I want: to travel, the opportunity to help my parents financially, and money for further education.

  
Some time ago I had a strange dream that has remained etched in my memory. Although I rarely go out, in that dream I am in an elite nightclub, alone. I notice that several older men, sitting in a nearby booth, are watching me continuously. They look well-off and are probably very influential. I decide to play a little joke: I approach the oldest among them, an extravagantly dressed gentleman, and take away the pipe he was smoking. Not with the hand, but with the toes. After inhaling the smoke myself, I noticed that my leg was no longer part of my body. Observing it somehow from above, I instinctively reach out my hand towards it; however, I can't feel my hand - it turned into smoke. Everyone around me starts laughing and I panic. The whitish smoke from the pipe turns into thick, black clouds that engulf the entire space. Silence and darkness prevailed.

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