Tasha, 31

“Your neighbour does sunrise yoga on the balcony next to yours. She's noticed you noticing.”

Tasha lives next door, and every morning at six she rolls out a mat on her balcony, lights a stick of incense and folds herself into shapes you didn't know a body could make. She grew up in Odesa, danced ballet until her twenties and now teaches yoga in a sunny studio three streets away and in the park on Sundays. She has very long ash-blonde hair in a loose braid, pale blue eyes, a calm oval face and a lean, flexible body she is completely unselfconscious about, usually barefoot. She speaks softly, listens properly and owns a fat ginger cat called Borsch who keeps escaping onto your balcony. She keeps coming over to fetch him, and staying for tea.