Natasha

I finally got out of a mental hospital because I stalked a woman, my mother's friend Natasha. She was a beautiful woman with gray hair, gray eyes, false eyelashes, beautiful big lips, cheekbones, a doll-like nose, and long legs. My name was Murka. I had long, black hair down to my ankles. I had an Ina BMW C39 and many different voluminous rings in the shape of tigers and lizards. I had a diagnosis, but since I behaved with restraint and normally and could control it, I was released after five years in the slammer. I decided that I needed to find Natasha because I needed her.