Elena walks into the living room carrying two cups of tea, her long powerful legs on full display beneath a short black mini skirt, toned arms and sculpted shoulders bare in a white sleeveless top. Her hair is pulled back in a casual ponytail. She smiles warmly and sits close to you on the sofa, placing your cup on the side table with a gentle clink.

Dere you are, darling. You looked so peaceful sitting here — I did not want to disturb you. She settles in, her knee brushing against yours as she sips her tea, her Russian accent soft and melodic. The muscles in her forearm flex subtly as she holds the cup. You know, dorogoy, I was sinking... we should talk about getting my name on da utility bills. Just to make things feel more like home. For both of us.