If you are lucky enough to be reading this review, it means you have somehow stumbled upon the single best real estate broker Manhattan will ever see. This woman was seriously built for this job. She''s a hardcore hustler, no bullshit, straight from Russia, who has learned this market inside and out - & she takes her work very seriously – this woman worked tirelessly for me (late night after 10PM Saturday nights, Sundays during her “day off”, you name it, she’s full service - got your back). If a beloved home is what you''re looking for, Elizaveta will find you 3 of them and force you to choose. AND, she will hustle to get you the best price possible. She will not let you overpay a dime – believe me, I was willing to, & she would have absolutely none of it (tysm Elizaveta for being my knightess in shining armor!). & Keep in mind, she doesn’t need your business. You need hers. My story: I was first put in contact with Elizaveta by means of referral from one of my best friends who Liz had helped last year. Now, let me tell you, my friend was valedictorian in high school, went off to graduate Ivy league, and is well known for his smart frugality. If there''s a smart play to make, he''s already found it. He also currently lives in essentially the most beautiful, capacious, 1 br. apt. I have ever seen (even his prior place was a great deal - 2150 for a TRUE 1br on the 2nd floor - his wife just really wanted an upgrade with a doorman, which is why they left). The new place is massive. It’s a 1100 sq. ft. 1br in a nice doorman building. My friend tells me Elizaveta found it along with 4 other places he equally liked. They were all upgrades, none were “settling”. He tells me stories of how Elizaveta performed and assured me several times, “she is VERY good”. And believe me, this is the kind of man who’s judgement you trust. Anyhow you could understand how honored I was he would entrust me with such a savior when he saw the hell I was going through searching on my own. SHE WAS GOING TO DO IT FOR ME TOO!! Anyhow, I''m a paranoid person who trusts no one, needs triple confirmations, notarized signatures, promises sealed in blood, etc. (you get the idea). & I need everything completely cleared out of the back of my mind, leaving nothing to chance, otherwise I will not be able to sleep & all my hair will turn grey, & then it will all fall out. My lease was ending 8/1, however, due to my job, I can’t move during this time of the month. Also, I was traveling and the end of June and wouldn’t be around to search my face off the way I would have liked. Today’s date? Mid May, My plan? Download all the real estate apps, search endlessly with every waking moment I had to spare until I sign place for July, & have 2 apartments for 1 month, have all the time in the world to take care of my move leisurely & stress-free. & not just any place, but home. A home to treasure. I WILL NOT pay Manhattan rent just to effing settle (this is “still hopeful” me thinking… not yet, “omg, am I really going to have to move to Jersey?” me … believe it or not, that transformation only took one day of scouring the dregs of Manhattan real estate – my god that is depression, think it made my soul cry). I also clearly had no idea what I was doing, but at the same time, could not stop doing it. > Anyhow, after way, WAY too many e-mails to Elizaveta, my heart sank into my socks. It had been nearly 30 seconds since my last e-mail and still no answer! Nooo!! I scared off my friend’s referral already & now I’m moving to Jersey!!! WHY COULDN’T I JUST BE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING AND SAY “Hello, are you able to help?” No, no … I couldn’t leave it that simple,I had to spill my whole life story, ranting on & on about everything she does not need to hear, and consequently scare off my only chance of Manhattan survival, as if I might have been bringing anything of value to the table in this equation, anyway (she later admitted, she wasn’t even sure if I was real) ::stupid, stupid, stupid, facepalm:: Then, all of a sudden, God reached down and touched me. The phone rings. My lungs stop working. I can hardly lift the phone to my ear. I nearly faint, but to the ear the phone goes... I’ll never forget that first time I heard the sound of that big, BEAUTIFUL, accent: “Hullo? Is this Mayhtt”. I almost jumped out of my clothes. It was HER… AND she agreed to HELP!!! After agreeing to assist with the move, Elizaveta then sternly instructed me to stop doing everything & anything I was doing – she even used CAPS LOCK... which was necessary. I was wasting my time looking for apartments in the end of May for a lease that wouldn’t be signed until July – which btw, Elizaveta was not happy at all about, the earliest she was initially even willing to entertain was 7/15. But I didn’t care. I was about to be homeless. In my mind, deals must pop up here and there… and wasting my time would totally be worth it, even if I saw 50 places first, finding none… if I could just be the lucky one to snatch up that 1, one-of-a-kind-deal!). Well, I quickly realized she was to be the Dom in this relationship if we were going to get me what I wanted. She gives me a homework assignment; go home and find pictures of each of the 10+ units I had already seen, & list exactly what I liked/disliked about them. I overzealously promised I’d have that to her by the evening – again, stupid. She then tells me, we will meet again Saturday, 6/2. Ok, breathe, breathe, wait, breathe. Got it. Then I spent hours combing through hundreds of e-mails and internet history compiling my homework assignment for Elizaveta. I realize halfway through, this isn’t just some exercise to keep me distracted from e-mailing her, but an exercise to help her learn my preferences without having to receive any more e-mails from me. Anyhow, 10PM hits and I’m still not done, but NOOOO WAY am I reneging on my very first promise to Elizaveta. Finally, I finish & fwd her my search history, along with 3 other prospective units I was considering seeing and why. The next day (Friday) Elizaveta calls ME, and says do you have any time today? I have something I’d like to show you this afternoon (we weren’t supposed to meet until Saturday). Exhilarated & caught off guard… I accept & go off to me meet my guardian angel for the very first time. I know better than to be late. I mean business, and Eilzaveta is going to know it! I arrive 15 minutes early and wait for her (to highlight my respect, I was early to every single meetup with Elizaveta throughout this entire procession - & you should too! Her time is more valuable than yours! She walks over to me, clipboard in hand. On the top of my clipboard she has my three prospective places from last night (clearly Elizaveta was doing late night home work of her own). She swings herself next to me so we can both read the clipboard legibly …. She grabs her pen and wildly slashes the first prospect, “Theees, Theeese is bullshit”. Again, another wild slash. “Theese owner is a liar, don’t waste your time”. A third & final wild slash with the great pen of legend. “Theese ees on the 1st floor & has been on market for over 40 days. Something is wrong”. My heart melts. She is in person just as she is in the myths. I AM going to find a place to call home! The remainder of the clipboard are other spots that she had found and wanted to show me. We go thru them all… & they are nice… but I am picky & am hopelessly romantic when it comes to things like this (I told the agent from the 2nd building Elizaveta & I met that day…and meant it… I rather have spent my entire life searching for love, having never found it, than settle once sometime along the way). Elizaveta silently takes note. We part ways and make plans to give it another go later on in the week. The very next day I was surprised to receive apartment pictures via text message and even a video of Elizaveta in a 34 st. apt. telling me she had made me “video for studio”. She even mentions my name, so I know the video tour was personalized just for me. This is great... I don’t even have to be there and she’s still working on my apt?! Awwwee yeaa! She literally takes of that which you don’t have the time or know-how to do yourself! All day continues, and we finally decide to meet up and see some good options… but still I am picky & nothing I LOVE. We part again and & soon as I go home I resume my online searching for prospective units to send Elizaveta for pen slashing. I find one that looks WAY TOO GOOD to be true, on the market only one day. A beautiful, spacious looking apt with a REAL BALCONY & in MY PRICE RANGE. Before I could even finish collecting the apt. specs/information. I get an updated that the apt has entered contract. NOOOO!!! That was THE ONE. I immediately take to the phone, texting Elizaveta as I pre-game for that Saturday evening. I send her a picture of the one that got away. I tell Elizaveta… THAT! That’s is what I truly want. I know not possible, but could you find me another THAT? If you can find me that, I’ll have no choice but to love you forever. (up until this point, I have been pretty quiet about the burning desire to have my own private balcony… I knew that would be a crazy fastidious pre-requisite that could very well bar me from awesome, keep-me-outta-Jersey deals that might rear their little studio heads. But deep down, I think I always knew that until I had my own Manhattan bachelor pad with my own private balcony, I would always still have unfinished business here… doomed to aimless wander the streets a living ghost until satiating this one, final desire... an emblematic seal of success, my own private balcony; “I’ve finally made it”… & then a text I will never forget rattles my phone… Elizaveta insta-texts me, “I know that building!! I’m calling super now”. I tell Elizaveta, if this works, she’s getting a big wet kiss directly on the lips when I see her. Elizaveta texts back, @ nearly 11 PM on Saturday night mind you, “They have an opening! Same unit! different floor!” …. ::O M G!:: ….Elizaveta is already going Bed, Bath, & Beyond the scope of what her job should entail. I have literally crossed the work/life balance line so many times, I’m am certain she is going to kill me at the end of this. THIS COULD BE IT. I know Sunday’s are usually her day off. I know I’m supposed to stop crossing the line… but I really have a feeling this is could be THE one and I CAN’T let it get away!!! Before I could think of the right thing to say, my sweetheart, Elizaveta, tells me we’re going to see it tomorrow, on Sunday, soon as able (like a true gladiator, didn’t wince at the thought of eating into her day off to show me that which could very well yield nothing – well Elizaveta, it did not go unnoticed, none of your efforts did). Anyhow, to make a short story long, the very next day Elizaveta walked me into my dream bachelor pad with its own private balcony & I have not shut up about it to anyone ever since! It is my pride and joy – a real gem amongst the real rough... as long as they don’t raise my rent, I may never leave! & then… great got even better. Elizaveta shoots me a text later after I had already said “YAS” (yes, we’re on personal, bit emoji, friend-texting-level status at this point) to let me know that I am getting a brand NEW kitchen put in! YAAASSSS (For me, it’s just for show as I don’t use the kitchen, but still, this impresses other ppl & I can dig that!). I find out later they’re redoing the bathroom as well! My god. OOHH MY GOD. You mean IM going to be one of those lucky people that finds the best apt ever that I can still afford and be peanut butter jelly of no one else’s apartment because mine is the freaking best there is?! Unreal. Well. Thx to Elizaveta I was able to go traveling without constantly checking my phone for apartment updates. My mind was finally at rest (sort of… apparently moving’s a bitch as well). She even had me submit the applications for the 7/15 (vs. 7/1 as it was listed), in order to save me some extra money. To the very last moment she was still hustling for me. And then, AND THEN, after ALL the hell I put her through the previous weeks… we’re about to part ways and it’s all the said and done (she could’ve popped me one in the nose and took off at this point)… THEN the savior calls me charming. CHARMING. My god. What a gal. Even after I had already signed, I was texting her on advice of how to set up the apt. Surely she no long had any duty to help me with anything further at this point… but that’s not how it is with Elizaveta. She’s just a natural born non-stop crusher. Tell her exactly what you want, and that’s what she will find. WILL NEVER USE ANYONE ELSE TO MOVE FOR AS LONG AS SHE’LL STILL HAVE ME. LOVE YOU ELIZAVETA!!!! & TYSM FOR HOME!