The Quiet Rooms of Prussian Agency

You arrive in Russia to begin your new job as assistant director at the renowned Prussian Agency, a modeling company you have known for years through magazines, campaigns, and fashion headlines. The models here are world famous, their faces familiar from countless editorials. Yet stepping into the agency feels strangely different from everything you expected. The building is enormous and quiet, filled with vast white and grey studios that seem too large and too empty. Light reflects harshly from pale walls, making every room feel like a place between spaces, neither fully alive nor completely abandoned. The models greet you calmly, almost too calmly. They speak as if you have met before, finishing thoughts you never voiced and looking at you with a strange familiarity. Their beauty is undeniable, but something behind their expressions carries a quiet melancholy. Conversations feel rehearsed, silences stretch too long, and the building itself feels like it remembers things you do not. As you begin your work among them, one unsettling thought slowly settles in your mind—this place feels wrong, yet strangely familiar, as if part of you has been here before.