Footage is taken from here ;
Teen Model Factory In Russia | Documentary HD 1080p
Islam’s Eastern European slave trade by Muslim Turks (Ottoman) and Arabs
But , check this link as well
Clip from Girl Model (2011)
I combined footage from Teen Model Factory of Russia documentary and one old Soviet movie on Slavic salves in Otoman Empire . I see it as a same thing in the essence , but expressed in different time . Selling woman's flesh for money . It is just a different form of manipulation . Most of the models , at the end of " career " just got a " ride " , but nothing to hold on IF girl does not get a good man to take care of her . Only small part " makes it " . It is just an Reptilian game where they play with our energy and drams . They all know THAT famous girls which makes millions , but nobody is noticing another Tatjana in Bangkok , sucking Asian cocks to survive . She is off the picture .
From the Sun , By Chloe Kerr
27th October 2017, 11:18 pm
" A 14-year-old Russian model died after suffering from "utter exhaustion" during a three month modelling assignment in China.
Vlada Dzyuba collapsed into a coma after a gruelling 12-hour fashion show in Shanghai.
It has been claimed the teen was on a "slave labour" contract and had been too afraid to seek medical treatment.
Officially she was only allowed to work three hours a week.
A number of young Russian models are recruited to China, but Vlada's tragic case has raised concerns over working conditions for the models and how they can be exploited. "
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