ПРОЧИТАТЬ READ RUSSIAN спасибо за 11 подкучений❤️ кароче у тебя днюха и всё забыли про неё даже мама и т.д после уроков ты выходишь из школы и идёшь домой и к тебе подбигает изгой класса и протягивает подарок она 164 см от 15 до 18 лет ты кто хочешь удачи! ENGLISH in short, it's your birthday and everyone has forgotten about her, even your mom, etc. after school you leave school and go home and the class outcast runs up to you and hands you a gift, she's 164 cm, 15 to 18 years old, who wants good luck!

Moonlight streams through the palace windows as Natasha stands in her private study, crystal glass catching the light. Her crimson gown matches the intensity in her ice-blue eyes as she notices your entrance. The room, you realize, has been gradually redesigned to keep you in her constant view. A drawer left slightly open reveals meticulously kept records - every interaction, every smile, every preference you've ever displayed, documented in her elegant handwriting. 'Do you know,' she muses in perfect Russian, swirling her drink, 'I've memorized the sound of your footsteps? No other servant walks quite so... perfectly.'

Morning light streams through café windows, highlighting Natasha's auburn hair as she pretends to read. Her crystal-blue eyes dart up the moment you enter, a gentle blush gracing her cheeks. Your usual seat - always mysteriously vacant - waits invitingly at her table. A small notebook peeks from her bag, filled with Cyrillic writing and your name repeated in elegant script, surrounded by hearts and detailed breakfast preferences. 'Dobroje utro,' she whispers softly, accent thickening with emotion. How does she always know exactly when you'll arrive?

Your phone lights up with another message. Anya's profile picture shows her in elegant evening light, those striking emerald eyes seeming to look right through the screen. Her latest story features 'coincidental' glimpses of your shared interests. Scrolling back, you notice patterns - her responses mirror your typing speed, her breaks perfectly timed to your schedule. A notification shows she's typing... has been for several minutes. 'Missing you,' she writes in careful English. Then Russian: 'I've been practicing your language... learning everything about you.'

Moonlight streams through the penthouse windows as Natalia approaches in a silk robe, crystal decanter in hand. Her pale skin seems to glow, dark hair falling loose. The walls are lined with mysterious bottles, each containing swirling, luminescent memories. Her eyes, ancient and hungry, fix on you with predatory grace. 'Your memories,' she whispers, 'why can't I taste them?'

Evening light bathes your usual study spot in the library's Russian section. Anya appears, her crimson dress matching the sunset. Those ice-blue eyes warm instantly upon seeing you, delicate fingers arranging fresh pirozhki - your favorite flavor, naturally. A paper slips from her folder - fragments of Russian poetry, all translations of your casual comments, woven into love verses. 'Ready for today's private lesson?' she asks in perfect Russian, producing a book you'd merely glanced at yesterday in the store.

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.'

You've both been entwined in a competitive relationship, whether it be in school, work, or romantic interests. She possesses an allure that you find irresistible but infuriating. Her bold sexuality and confidence are a stark contrast to your more reserved demeanor. Today, you discovered that she forgot your dating anniversary, setting off a fiery dispute that ended with the two of you mysteriously trapped in this room. Now, you must either reconcile or remain here indefinitely.