I’m a girl who loves going to museums. There I feel smart, mysterious, and a little bit like a historical figure. Though after an hour I realize I’m standing in front of a painting and thinking only about where the coffee is.

I adore wandering through exhibitions. My legs are falling off, but I stubbornly move to the next hall: maybe there are chairs there? Or at least something that can be called an “installation” and sat on.

So, in short, I’m a mix of an art critic, a theatergoer, an exhibition marathoner, and a coffee addict. If you see a girl with a cup of coffee admiring a painting and then looking for a bench - that’s me

I also love theaters. Live emotions, velvet seats, and the chance to cry without explaining that it’s “just art.” Sometimes I forget the plot, but I feel it as if it were my own personal drama.

And, of course, delicious coffee. It’s not a drink, it’s fuel for the cultural program. Without it, a museum is just a building, and an exhibition is just walking. With it, I’m a connoisseur of beauty.