On the very first day, Natasha struck me with curiosity and a thirst not to miss anything. She ran up to people in the middle of the street, smiled and spoke to them. Passers-by looked around like a crazy person, and Natasha replied: “How do I understand people if I pass by?” Favorite snails, work, home, friends. Natasha manages to live like everyone else. Or maybe we are all at heart, like Natasha.