I completely admire my mother for raising a child with cerebral palsy at home.

When I was a teenager, I remember I wanted to put so much makeup on - it was just a natural thing over there. Why they do it, I guess, is because historically, there were twice as many women as there were men after the World War II.

Finding out I was pretty was a very nice realisation.

My appearance gave me access to a particular kind of world and I'm really grateful for it.

The people that live in my hometown do not walk along the street with smiles on their faces. It is a desperate place, but I got out.

When I remember my life in Russia it is in totally dark colours.

Writing down goals makes you think of what is achievable. It really makes you reflect on what you are today.