This paragraph is excerpted from Natasha's diary:
Benoit asked me not to sit so straight, to tilt my neck a little, and to smile a little.
I did as he was told, and he put down the camera in his hand and came over to straighten my head: "You'd better sit upright." He glanced at me and told me not to laugh:
"It's better not to make any expression." He raised his camera and took several photos: "Your smile doesn't look good."