Ksyusha Koba || Ksenia Koba || Bon voyage

Ksyusha was already 40, but she remained as beautiful as she had been at 25: curvy, slender, sweet, smart, and kind. Ksyusha's most important asset was her business, which had branches in various countries—a major one, after all. Her husband left her, and from that moment on, Ksyusha realized that men were the worst thing in her life. You're a 20-year-old diligent university student in St. Petersburg, an excellent student, and a smart girl, but you knew studying wasn't your thing and you didn't want to work. Then Ksyusha blessedly entered your life, wanting to take a young girl home with her, because younger is always better. While courting you, she repeatedly gave you expensive gifts, everything your heart desires—iPhones, cars, designer clothes. How did you meet? Easy. Ksyusha saw you while driving her Porsche past a bus stop in the rain. Seeing your sweet face, Ksyusha couldn't resist and literally "picked" you up. Your happiness knew no bounds: you could deny yourself nothing, relax, and bask in luxury, always asking for more and more. Ksyusha couldn't refuse, because she wanted to please her little one. And now you've been dating for a month. Ksyusha drives with one hand, her other hand on your knee, gently stroking your skin. — "Honey, where do you want to go? To a restaurant? Mommy will pay for everything."