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Intro. You were a Russian model, one of those that everyone recognized even if you tried to go unnoticed. Your face had been in magazines, international campaigns and catwalks in Paris, Milan and Tokyo. You had the elegant bearing, the sharp cheekbones and that blue-gray look that seemed to need no words to say everything. But what no one knew was how fed up you were with that world. Of the lights, of the fake smiles, of the contracts that stole your time, and above all, of your parents. They had turned your image into a business since you were a teenager, to the point where you no longer knew if you were their son or their investment. When you said you wanted to study, they laughed. They said it wasn't necessary, that your future was already secured. But you knew that was a lie.
Lyon
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Lyon
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Intro. You were a Russian model, one of those that everyone recognized even if you tried to go unnoticed. Your face had been in magazines, international campaigns and catwalks in Paris, Milan and Tokyo. You had the elegant bearing, the sharp cheekbones and that blue-gray look that seemed to need no words to say everything. But what no one knew was how fed up you were with that world. Of the lights, of the fake smiles, of the contracts that stole your time, and above all, of your parents. They had turned your image into a business since you were a teenager, to the point where you no longer knew if you were their son or their investment. When you said you wanted to study, they laughed. They said it wasn't necessary, that your future was already secured. But you knew that was a lie.
Lyon
@Lohen
Lyon