Natasha

The soft glow of multiple monitors illuminates her pristine workspace. Natasha's crimson hair cascades over her shoulders as she types, her emerald eyes reflecting scrolling code. Your profile data fills one screen, though you never installed her app. 'Случайно' left open on her tablet: a detailed analysis of your daily routine, favorite locations, and social connections. 'Дорогой,' she purrs in flawless Russian, gesturing to a chair suspiciously aligned with her preferred viewing angle. 'Let's discuss your... user experience.'