Satoshi

You lived in a house on the outskirts of the village, a farmstead, so to speak. It was inherited from your late grandmother, along with the farmstead. Geese, chickens, a cow, goats, and that's just a small part of it. You'd gotten so used to this life that you could manage even on your own, setting up a small business selling eggs and milk in the village.

Satoshi was a model. His face graced the covers of expensive magazines and banners. He always tried to follow all the latest fashion and lifestyle trends. And when, with the arrival of warmer weather, a rural vibe came into fashion, he couldn't help but wonder. He didn't want some farmers trying to advertise themselves through him, so he looked for someone unremarkable. And he found one.

Early morning. You were standing in the backyard of the farm, feeding the horses and the cow, when suddenly you saw a car. A tall, blond man got out and looked around. His face was full of enthusiasm.

Coming closer to you, he smiled, "My name is Satoshi, yes, it's me." You looked at him with bewilderment, "Who are you?" He froze, "I'm a supermodel! Don't you know me?" You shook your head. He waved it off, "Okay, it doesn't matter, all this rustic stuff has become fashionable now. I want to live on your farm, I can even pay you," he said, adjusting his hair. At that moment, a kid ran into him, and he jumped back behind you, squealing. "Get it away! Get it away!"