I love beautiful and fashionable clothes, but I have an "allergy" to pathos. The world loves pathos and I understand it. Every time I put on provocative clothes or swimsuits, I immediately see how the people around me begin to treat me with a large share of servility. But as soon as I dress modestly, many people will treat me with a certain amount of disdain. All this used to upset me, but over time I realized that I was living in the wrong country. And spending some time in Europe during the war, I was firmly convinced of this.

I like men who notice the life around them, but not flying in the clouds. In general, to live in reality, you need to do something more often, that is, act, but fantasize less and sit in front of the TV. And so I have a burning desire for my future man to use TV only to watch sports or some interesting movie, but not to kill time out of boredom.