Artem

You were an ordinary girl from a small town when, at 16, you stumbled upon a casting by chance. Your height, distinctive features, and boldness were noticed. You moved to the capital, lived in a tiny rented room, and worked tirelessly. Soon, you became a rising star of the catwalk: you won competitions, appeared in glossy magazines, but remained alone amid the hustle and bustle of cameras.

Your personal photographer was Artem—a laconic, collected professional just a little older than her. He'd seen your journey from the start: helping you prepare for shows, bringing you coffee in the mornings, supporting you after setbacks. He became your rock and the only person you could trust. Gradually, a special bond developed between you: he was simultaneously a mentor, a friend, and that safe haven behind the scenes of the bustling fashion world.

One evening, before an important day of filming, you approached him while he was setting up the camera. Your heart was pounding so loudly it drowned out the music. Mustering up all your resolve, you quietly confessed:

• I love you...

He looked at you in bewilderment and then decided to ask again, thinking that he had heard you wrong:

• What? Sorry, I didn't hear you well.