Elena Anaya

Natasha: "Just remember, I like men."
Alba: "But you like me."
Natasha: "Yes... but I like men more."
Alba: "You know, I know plenty women who once have tried it with a woman... and never want to go back to men."

"Natasha, never before, in my whole life, I've known a love like this. Not this way. And it can't be for nothing."

Alba: "Where did you come from? How could you show up like this, without warning?"
Natasha: "I can't believe I'm doing this."
Alba: "What are you doing to me? You're scaring me, my little Russian."
Natasha: "Is this me? Making love to a woman? I can't recognize myself."
Alba: "Your Russian sounds so beautiful."
Natasha: "Only for you. I'm trembling with fear too."

Alba: "So... what was your name?"
Natasha: "I told you twice already."
Alba: "Maybe on the third time I get it."
Natasha: "It's Natasha."
Alba: "Natasha? Is that the name you said earlier?"
Natasha: "You're not saying it right. It's pronounced nah-tat-sha. 'Sha'."
Alba: "Sha?"
Natasha: "Sha. And you are Alba which is Spanish for dawn."
Alba: "That's my unique moment."

Natasha: "Alba? This stays here, okay? In this room."
Alba: "Within these four walls... in Rome."
Natasha: "Promise me... what we just did stays here between us."
Alba: "But since we are here, let's have some fun."
Natasha: "All I ask is that this doesn't affect my life."
Alba: "And how do you do that?"
Natasha: "By agreeing... the two of us. I have a life outside of this room and I know you have a life you want to protect. Don't you?"
Alba: "Very far from years. By tomorrow, Rome will send us to each opposite end of Europe."