I was sent a link to this pic by someone who wondered what the story is with this woman. She looked to me like a Natasha, so I wrote:
Natasha loved Natasha. Even when alone, she was never lonely. Others may, at various stages of their lives, look forlorn into the distance, but Natasha was oblivious to despair, oblivious to rejection, oblivious to mockery. She suffered no doubts, harbored no fears and indulged no regrets.
She made men crazy. And not a few women, too. But in the end, she gave them what they wanted, leaving them wanting even more. Her candle burned bright at both ends, yet she still danced her way into ripe old age, dying blissfully in her sleep, next to a hunk.
That's the story of this picture.