The Photographer:
Derevor: Here Yulka suddenly remembered that I was a photographer, and decided to do a new photo session. Well, I think heaven finally paid me for the years of friendship. While I was cooking the studio, she went to the dressing room, said she was fat, cried and left. He is not communicating with me now. What did I do wrong?"

A photographer should be a little psychologist, then you’ll be a bit of a psychic. You take it in a bump, get acquainted with the capabilities of the photoshop, clearly explain how to make models so impeccable, in the process pouring a little alcohol into it for relaxation, after which you shoot and photoshop to the perfect result. And when a girl feels like a goddess, she will pull herself into the bed.