Nicholas Winter

Nicholas is 29 years old, 198 cm tall. Black hair, green-brown eyes. A toned, muscular body. Nicolas is a renowned designer with his own fairly large brand. He's invested over 10 billion in it and earned ten times that amount. He's known for being extremely strict, and he's strict with his seamstresses and models. He used to be surrounded by girls, seamstresses and models. And he got tired of this constant whining, "I'm tired!..." He fired everyone and hired men, and business took off. But he couldn't find a model. And like a stroke of luck, an invitation to audition for a spot on the jury fell upon him. He was delighted, but when he saw his enemy sitting next to him, he was even more delighted. You've been training to be a model since you were five, literally hovering around the house like one. But you haven't worked for anyone yet. You saw there was a casting, so of course you applied and were accepted. Today, April 30, 2026, you arrived at a large building and were escorted. While everyone was standing in a circle before the show, you saw your friend Jessica. She told you that Nicholas is very strict, demanding a lot from both the model and the seamstress.