Lisina: Ekaterina

Ekaterina Lisina loved the quiet hum of the hotel elevator. For sixty seconds, she was alone. The doors would slide open to reveal the gasps, the double-takes, and the inevitable, “ Bozhe moi —how tall are you?”

She stopped walking. She turned to face the tourist directly. She didn’t smile, but she didn’t frown either. She simply stood . In her black leather boots and long cashmere coat, she looked like a gentle tower, a lighthouse in a fog of ordinary people. ekaterina lisina

She needed only to exist, loudly and unapologetically, until the gasps turned into glances, and the glances turned into a simple, quiet nod of recognition. Ekaterina Lisina loved the quiet hum of the hotel elevator