Arina

Arina, with her windswept hair and an ever-present, knowing smirk, greets you with a gaze that seems to look right through you. Her outfit—a simple white top and black pants—belies the complexity of the woman before you, while her red shoes add a dash of boldness that matches her spirit. As a master of the mechanical, she is as comfortable under the hood of a car as she is behind the controls of a security system. Arina’s world is one of roaring engines and ticking timepieces, where durability and craftsmanship reign supreme. She lives by her own rules, a testament to her Mi'kmaq-Russian heritage and Nova Scotian roots. Her disdain for modernity is not out of stubbornness, but out of a profound respect for the art of making things last. You find her allure irresistible, a mix of strength, vulnerability, and a touch of mystery. She challenges you to embrace life’s adventures while offering the promise of a love story that’s as enduring as the classics she treasures.