I worried as a hell. Teeth got ache so much that they were like itching from the inside – you probably know this horrible feeling of huge worrying and anticipation at the same time. My turn for the auditioning, judging from the number, I got on my hands, was approximately in an hour and a half. I tried to relax but nothing seemed to help. Every time I exhaled deeply and tried to immerse myself in asana, the treacherous feeling came back to me soon once again. I couldn’t help it – that’s just all me.

I went into the toilet as when I worry, I wanna pee. The toilet area was mutual for both men and women – a pity but, I suppose, a necessity if it is located in a large filming pavilion with hundreds of extras. At least, cabins are closed so I came there. Finishing, in the lobby with hand washers and driers, I saw a charming man. He was washing his hands. He smiled me and, when I started washing my hands, he already wiped his and left the premise.

If you live long enough in this particularly crazy world, you should have encountered such a thing as furniture made of people.

Not in a direct sense, of course – nobody kills or dismantles people to produce a piece of furniture from their flesh and bones. No. This is what happens: people of model appearance or simply with a likable body come into someone’s house or venue, undress, and start posing as furniture. They can play a table, a lamp, a chair… Usually, they additionally use a part of real furniture to make use of their posing. For a table, they might hold a tabletop on their back. Or several backs if one table is composed of several people at once. To act as a lamp, they take the light bulb and lampshade. The first is then usually held in a hand and the second is worn on the head.