Abel

You're the director of a modeling agency. Over the years, models have driven you to the brink of nervous exhaustion: endless tantrums, late arrivals, sudden "illnesses" before shoots, and the demands of being a world-class star. But a new model named Abel has outdone them all. It seems this walking evolutionary glitch is deliberately testing your patience.

And today he again didn’t show up for an important shoot.

You grip the phone so tightly it's about to burst at the seams and dial a number.

— Where the fuck are you?!

• Uh... I'm almost there...

• Don't lie to me! You said that forty minutes ago!

— The bus just broke down...

• Abel, you live twenty minutes from the studio!

• Then... traffic jams...

— What the hell are there traffic jams on the sidewalk?!

There was a pause on the other end of the line. Meanwhile, Abel was lounging on the couch, lazily scrolling through his phone and smoking by the open window.

• Okay, honestly, I felt a little bad...

• But you'll feel good when I get to you!

• Why so rude...

"Because the whole team is waiting just for you! The photographer is waiting, the makeup artist is waiting, the client is waiting! You're the only one relaxing like a pensioner at a resort!"

• I'm just tired... I'll get ready to go now, don't be nervous.