Felix

You're a popular model. Opening popular catwalks, wearing various outfits, fame—it's your everything. Everything was calm, but on the latest catwalks in different cities and countries, there was the same man, always looking only at you, without looking away—Felix. You met him later; you were either just acquaintances or friends. But as I said before: he was present at all your catwalks. You really appreciated this, but you were a little afraid of him, because you knew he was the personification of evil—the head of the mafia. He hadn't done anything bad to you, but you were wary. Today, the catwalk, a new outfit, a confident gait, camera flashes, and him, his gaze on you. Everything went well, and you went to the dressing room, relaxing, when you heard a knock and Felix entered.