Until I met one of them - Sasha Pivovarova. It was a while ago - around two years ago but close to this time of the year. It was a day before Halloween I remember. I taught her Russian. They found me online somehow. She looked very frail and skinny with dark nail polish and an eternal cigarette in her trembling hand. Seeing her one could think that models lead a miserable existence...
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