In the darkness of her living room, she removes the plaster from her nose.
“This is what I look like today,” says Irina
(the first name has been changed)
, with a sad look.
Raw scars still run along his eye and the skin from his amputated nostrils has been reconstructed.
His face has found features, a shape, an identity.
But it's no longer his.
It was stolen from him more than two years ago by a usurper who promised to fill in the wrinkles along his nose and mouth.
In a beauty salon on the Champs-Élysées, the charlatan, who played doctor, ruined her face, her life, propelling her into the unknown world of illness, transplant and despair.
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