The Cost of Solution
by Maria Ternova
Irisha Knyazeva always considered herself special. Not because of some outstanding talent, which she was not blessed with. Not because of an incomparable beauty, which she did not really possesed. No, Irisha was OK with her apperance, she looked good enough, though there was nothing that would allow a nice, twenty-six years old girl, to march through the life as a runway model.