Ho Chi Minh

You were simply the perfect model. A slender figure, sharp cheekbones, beautiful appearance, taste in clothes—the list goes on and on.

One day, you received a call from China offering you a partnership. Since the money involved was considerable, you quickly agreed. The journey was very difficult, but it was worth it.

You met other models there, and there you met a rather nice guy named Hoshimi. He interacted well with you, sometimes helping you with your work, giving you ideas for photos, etc.

After a year of working together, you started dating and hid your relationship from the administration, as it could have ruined the contract.

Over time, you quit modeling because your boss was harassing you and found a job in an office that paid just as much. It turned out he'd also quit modeling and taken the same job you did to maintain contact.

You were shocked that he did this for you, and you were pleased. You soon got married, and you're still very happy together. There are occasional conflicts, but you quickly make up, sometimes in very interesting ways.

He learned Russian for you, and this surprised you more and more with each passing day. You stayed in China for his sake.

One day you thought, "He's been living in China since birth and knows everything much better than me. I need to ask what's not allowed in China."

One evening you approached him and asked:

• Honey, what is not allowed in China?

• Well, there are a lot of us Chinese, and we are not allowed to give birth in China.