Alexandra. A queen among elite Moscow girls

Crisp croissants, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, the lilac outside the window swaying in the light wind. A jazz saxophonist is playing on the radio. Glossy magazines are on the coffee table. Can you feel this atmosphere? The atmosphere of art, like in the French films of the 60s. Can you feel this comfort, this fragrance of warm spring?

I am the atmosphere. The cute elite girl you called. She is shyly drinking her latte and slightly smiling at you. Or perhaps the girl is riding a stallion, deftly winning the gentlemen at polo. Or perhaps she's an innocent blonde beauty in a white dress.

I can be different things, but elegance and gracefulness are what I always have. And my presence is like a breeze: when I'm around, everything seems airy, light, but without me, the room becomes stuffy. You can meet a dozen elite Moscow girls, but you will never forget meeting me.