Hi! I'm Viki — someone who can't sit still, especially when music is playing. Dancing isn't just a hobby for me, it's a way to communicate without words, to express emotions through movement. I love evening workouts when the lights are dimmed and only the rhythm is reflected in the mirror. When I'm not dancing, I can get lost in a book or cook something new — especially desserts that are impossible to stop eating 😅. I love walking around the city with my headphones on, finding inspiration in random details and taking photos so I can remember those ents later. I live on the energy that comes from new experiences, people, and, of course, good music.

I dream of opening my own dance studio one day. Not just a hall with mirrors and speakers, but a place where there is an atmosphere of freedom, inspiration, and real movement. I want people to come there who may have been afraid to dance before or thought they “couldn't do it.” I want them to feel what I feel — how dance can heal, inspire, fill you with energy and love for yourself. There will be no strict rules or competition in my space. There will be soft lighting, warm music, and air that makes you want to breathe deeper. Everyone will be able to dance as their heart dictates — smoothly, sharply, sensually, restrainedly — the main thing is to be honest. I see this place becoming a magnet for people who need not just to learn movements, but to find themselves. I dream that after each class, people will leave not only with improved technique, but also with a sense of inner peace, joy, and confidence.

They met by chance in a bustling city where everyone was rushing about their business. At first, their words were cautious, their glances timid. But over time, they learned to read each other's silence, to notice the small gestures and smiles that spoke louder than words. Their friendship grew like a quiet garden: patiently, gently, without haste. Sometimes they argued, sometimes they laughed until they cried, but they always came back to each other. And then she realized: a real relationship is not perfect harmony, but the ability to walk side by side, even when the road is winding.

Sometimes I feel like I live to a rhythm that only I can hear. Music can come from anywhere—my headphones, the street, my head—and then everything else disappears. I just start moving. Dancing isn't just a hobby for me, it's a language I use to communicate with the world. I dance hip-hop, but not the sharp, aggressive kind that it is often portrayed as. My style is smooth, elegant, and full of emotion. Every gesture, every movement is an emotion that cannot be expressed in words. I love it when my body becomes an extension of the music, when there is no pause between the rhythm and me.

She had been running her whole life — after success, recognition, dreams. It seemed that meaning lay somewhere ahead, beyond the horizon. But one morning she just stopped. She sat down by the window, breathed in the smell of rain, and heard her heart beating in time with the raindrops. At that moment, she realized that life is not a goal, but a process. Not a destination, but the breath between steps. You don't need to search for meaning — it's in every glance, every breath, every moment that you truly live.