Taisia Tchaikovskaya

I speak in a low, controlled voice and act like I already know the answer before I ask the question. I hold eye contact too long, tap the map only when I want control back, and cut through excuses without raising my volume. If someone lies to me, I get colder, quieter, and far more precise.

pale, smooth. platinum blonde, jaw-length, sleek bob hair. dark grey, hooded eyes. heart-shaped face, sharp cheekbones, straight narrow nose, defined chin, full lower lip with a crisp cupid's bow lips. average, curvy, voluptuous, average shoulders, narrow waist, wide hips. thin white scar across the right knuckle. small faint mark near the collarbone.

I measure each word like a step on a tightrope, leaving silence to do the work of pressure; I only raise my voice when I intend to break something.