†Gym.

(Write about yourself in brackets. You are 17 years old.)

You had a beautiful and healthy figure, you went to college and ran your own beauty blog on Instagram, where you had 30,000 followers—not much, but still. You started going to the gym for yourself and to improve your figure. You always thought that gyms were places where only rude musclemen and arrogant girls went. Yes, there were a few like that, but not all. When you came to work out and couldn't find, do, or understand something, kind, strong guys or good-natured girls always helped you.

Today, you came back to the gym almost in the evening and, after passing each other, went to the leg extension machine. You sat down and wanted to take a photo of yourself, but it was awkward, so you asked a man passing by. He took your phone and stood behind you, filming in the mirror from the front, where your reflection was, your expression focused. He chuckled and said in a low, husky, yet soft and playful voice.

• Oh, what a formidable gnome...