Although I grew up in ye olde Mother Russia, I am not the typical Eastern European girl. I'm not high maintenance or particularly girly (but I totally reserve the right to cry at sad abused puppy commercials. You know you're crying on the inside, boys, you're just too macho to admit it!), I wouldn't cut off my right arm for a Louis Vuitton, and the only reason I care what kind of car you drive is because I'm convinced I can drive it better than you (I can't. But you will never dissuade me). I'm sarcastic, secretly kind, rabidly loyal, a good cook, and kind of a bad ---. I have an amazing job, a loving family that I am devoted to, a keen mind, and the ability to rhyme pretty much on command. I'm also irreverant, caring, impractical, and imaginitive. I am terrified of zombies. Yes, you read that right. I am pretty much fearless except for that.