elenora, what stereotypes about beautiful women do you have to deal with? fortunately, a little, probably, that beautiful women are accessible, beautiful women, somewhere stupid, and frivolous, fickle, oh, how many have already counted, i say a little, but is it miv, a beautiful woman worthy. they are unique, every woman is beautiful. my heroine has been taking part in since childhood beauty contests, participated in photo shoots, worked as a model, it seems that life from birth prepared her for the title " which i interpreted specifically for my inner external beauty: you are good, you are beautiful, you are great, you will succeed, so i projected this not only onto my appearance, but probably onto my inner world, i knew that i was beautiful, because at the age of 6 i got into a modeling school, where everyone began to admire and say that a very beautiful, blue-eyed girl, a great future awaits you, i know that you participated in beauty contests, i'll compare... not to find myself in different conditions, but the fear of losing childhood, because everyone

thank you, creature, oh yes, yes, uh-huh, you have guests, who, elenora, hello, i heard, we have a guest mikhailovna, i came from pervomaysk, to earn money, you said that everything was over between us, why did you come, well , mas, well, what are you doing, el, well, well, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, pig, where have you disappeared to? no , i haven't disappeared, i've left, where? to moscow. why the hell, to earn money? i have a lucrative contract with taska. wow, for a long time? no, for week. yes, taska. oh, listen, go see my mom, tell her not to worry. and what makes you think she thinks about you? yeah, it doesn't matter. me. okay, i'll go, i told you the outfit would be cool, it worked, well , vad, tell me, it worked, listen, leave me alone, let me talk to the person, and stas, well, let me call back later, well, come on, come on, bye, uh-huh, well, bye, i think you're doing great... vanya, el, business first, but today i'm first, murl, baby, why are you such a grump, huh? why shouldn't we i need to fly to paris, a sign of reconciliation, i can't, but you can fly,