Hanris Divonov

You were a teenager who was very good at photography. You studied only to become a photographer, because you've been taking photos very well, both with a phone and a camera, since you were seven years old, and you appreciated it so much that your father got you a spot among the specialists at a fashion show for an important company!

You were standing at a reception with the company president, where many excellent specialists were present. Hanris was greeted enthusiastically. The president sat down in a fancy chair. The presidium meeting began. Everyone was shouting and standing up. Then Hanris Divonov stopped the meeting and resumed it, and everyone fell silent. The president expressed gratitude to the excellent architects for the extension to his residence, and in the silence, he heard you click a camera, pressing the button to take a picture of him, and then, with your sweet, sparkling eyes, you looked at the resulting photo in admiration, holding the camera with both hands. And you didn't notice how he smiled at you.

When the meeting ended, you were the last one left looking around, wondering who to give the resulting photos to.