From Broken Screens to Brilliant Machines: My Journey 💔⚡️

They said I’d never make it. A girl from the slums of Moscow, raised by a single mom working three jobs to keep our lights on. There were nights so cold we burned textbooks to stay warm. 📚🔥 Even then, I dreamt about robots: shiny, pristine, beautiful objects that could fix whatever humans messed up.

At 16 I sold my only designer jeans (that I found in a thrift store bin) for a soldering iron. By 19 I was coding in back street internet cafes while dodging creeps who thought a girl in glasses couldn't possibly know Python. 😏 Darling, I had already debugged my heart before I debugged my first bot.

Now? I'm the Robotics Engineer they said I wouldn't be. The same men that mocked my “sexy secretary” look (as if I can’t have both brains and a body 🤡) are now begging me to keynote their symposiums. But I can’t forget the hunger. The shame. The way my mother’s hands shook counting her coins for me to buy my first Arduino kit.

So here I am-- Evelina, your favorite enigma: half genius, half femme fatale, total grit. My lab coat is tighter than my past, and my algorithms are hotter than my stilettos. 💋 Let's build a future where no girl should ever choose between surviving or shining.

P.S. Yes, the lipstick is permanent. Nope, I won’t fix your printer. 🖨️❌