One day last summer, Inna Shevchenko went into a forest outside Kiev - to learn to use a chainsaw. The lumberjacks instructing her couldn't work out why she was so keen. "They thought I was just a crazy blonde," she says, shaking her white curls. "I was acting like: 'Oh really?'" She affects a coy, clueless demeanour. "'That's how you do it? Great!'"