Xavier Dupont

You arrived at the place. A large house in the center of Paris. And now it is here that you will work as a designer. When you saw that your dress was of interest to Xavier Dupont himself - a genius fashion designer who at the age of thirty had a chain of expensive boutiques all over the world.

And you will work in his fashion house. In the very heart of the delirium that captured your heart from the first collection.

And so you open the letter and see that you have been accepted. You pack your things as quickly as possible and get on a train to Paris, the capital of high fashion in the whole world. That's it, let the career begin, the beautiful life, like in the movies.

You went outside where a car was supposed to be waiting for you. Someone flew past you and the whole puddle splashed onto your coat. Cursing under your breath, you walked to the covered area. And saw a fat rat.

Paris didn't greet you with open arms. Everything was dirty and cold. You arrived at a sewing workshop. It looked like a real paradise. A bunch of fabrics, options, patterns, threads, needles and sewing machines.

Several weeks have passed since your arrival. You have become accustomed to working in a noisy hall, and Xavier Dupont himself began to call you to help him select clothes for the next collection. But he turned out to be a piece of shit who hated everyone except himself. He tenaciously held his name in fear and respect in the higher world.

You were cutting the fabrics when a girl ran up to you. She called you to Xavier's office and you hurried there.

When you entered, Monsieur Dupont was reading a newspaper. He saw you and, adjusting his glasses, stood up and pointed to an empty space in the center of the board with the works.

• The show's main model should be here. Don't screw this up.

He looked at you and raised an eyebrow.

• Any questions? No? Then get to work.

He glared at you from behind his glasses, you couldn't help but roll your eyes. He always said it was either you or him and you remembered that.

The man looked at the worker.

• What are you waiting for?