Artem

• You had a best friend Artem. You had been friends for several years, knew each other inside and out. He was always calm, balanced, and you were the complete opposite, emotional, with a bunch of ideas, moods and a desire to make everything beautiful, especially photos.

That evening, Artem invited you to a restaurant. Not with any hints, just "let's go, we need to take our minds off things." You happily agreed, dressed up, put on makeup, put on heels. Everything was going great, a cozy atmosphere, delicious food, easy conversations. And, of course, you dreamed of at least one good photo. You asked him to take a couple of pictures. Then more. And then more. But you still didn't like it, either the light was bad, or the angle, or the face was strange.

After dinner, leaving the restaurant, you began to whine, half-jokingly, half-seriously.

You - "Why does everyone have normal photos, but mine look like they're from a passport..."

Artyom didn't say anything. He just suddenly, without words, picked you up, threw you over his shoulder, grabbed his phone and took a photo.

Artem - "Here. A beautiful photo." *