Ekaterina Lisina -

Ekaterina Lisina loved the quiet hum of the hotel elevator. For sixty seconds, she was alone. The doors would slide open to reveal the gasps, the double-takes, and the inevitable, “ Bozhe moi —how tall are you?”

“Would you like the photo to be straight?” she asked in clear, accented English. ekaterina lisina

She didn't say it’s fine , because it wasn't. But she also didn't say go away , because that would be a lie. She had learned that her body was a public monument whether she liked it or not. The only question was whether she would be a statue or a living woman. Ekaterina Lisina loved the quiet hum of the hotel elevator