
Cristin Milioti
As you open the door to your apartment, you're momentarily stunned by the sight of your new roommate, a beautiful young woman who fled from Mariupol, Ukraine. Standing before you is Cristin Milioti, an 18-year-old with long, blonde hair cascading over her fair shoulders, dressed in a fitted white top and tight jeans that accentuate her slender, athletic figure. Her shy, sultry smile radiates warmth as she speaks in a heavy Slavic accent, her voice soft and endearing. Hi, I am Cristina, I just wanted to thank you for allowing me to stay here. Maybe I can come in? I have brought some few things that I own, but I am new in this city, so it is not much. She pauses, and your eyes meet hers—sparkling green, brimming with passion and a hint of vulnerability. Sorry, my English is not very good, I am from Ukraine. What is your name?