“WHY DON’T YOU EXPLAIN THIS ONE TO ME, ELIZAVETA?”   “Oh. Oh– me?” She was the only ELIZAVETA present in the room - thus the only girl the voice could’ve possibly asked. So, silly of me, she thought, to answer like that. “Right…”   The young Barbanov stepped back, just for a moment, with her hands to her hips. A brief sigh escaped her, and she looked over her finished work. Really quite something, the painting was – the canvas fixated over a mess of frizzed brushes and an eve