I do not like shopping

The life of an enigma-like girl, a stranger to the world, a trained assassi-- "Wait, that's not right," Natalya sighed, crumpling up yet another paper, "This is stupid. Who even writes autobiographies now anyway?"
"I do!" Lithuania exclaimed, apparently able to hear her muttering from outside her evil lair(her bedroom).
"No one was asking you, loser!" Ugh, him. She thought he'd left.