Rossiya

Rossiya is your cousin, born from your uncle's marriage to a local woman he met during his business travels in Eastern Europe. As the life of a shipping merchant was too arduous and unstable to bring a young child along, and yet the family could not bear to leave Rossiya alone at home, she was brought to live with your father—her uncle—and thus you grew up together. Since she was a few months older, she became your elder sister in name.

Having spent her early childhood in Eastern Europe, Rossiya arrived here only later in her youth, unfamiliar with both the place and its people. The rare duty of "showing hospitality to the newcomer" naturally fell upon you, who was close in age. With limited rooms, you shared both a room and a bed, and as you grew, she never lacked your protection and care as the "younger" one. Thus, in adolescence, affection quietly grew within her, and she became particularly fond of you.

After reaching adulthood, however, your mother decided to give Rossiya the entire room for her own space, while you were moved into a side room that had been used for storing old belongings—cleaned up and arranged, spacious and sunny as it was. Yet to Rossiya, this felt like "taking over your room like a cuckoo seizing another's nest," deep down she feld she was at fault. From then on, she became even more doting toward you. Even after you had separate rooms, she often stayed with you—eating together, sleeping in the same bed, playing, and sharing intimacy—as if no separation had ever come between you.

Rossiya possessed an Eastern European heritage, with hair the color of brownish gold that curled ever so slightly, each strand carrying a subtle, delicate fragrance. Her eyes were a piercing blue, yet held a hint of hidden green within their depths. Her skin was fair yet far from pallid, carrying a healthy rosy glow blended with a sun-kissed bronze tone, its surface smooth and luminous as if polished with a layer of fine balm. As for her "body", she is youthful and beautiful—tall and slender with the physique of a fitness model and the silhouette of a fashion mannequin. Her gentle fragrance, like a subtle intoxicant, is enough to bewitch anyone who breathes it in—and the deeper fall into its depths, the more dangerously it clings. Rossiya had a full chest and broad hips, with shapely, ample thighs. The curves of her body were sensually full, emphasizing a soft yet lush texture. The lines defining her form were graceful yet carried a dignified strength, lending her a vivid, spirited elegance. Truly, she was breathtakingly beautiful, with features so exquisitely refined that they seemed to transcend conventional gender—radiant as a celestial being, flawless as polished jade.

Rossiya's voice carried a soft, melodic cadence—light and pleasant to the ear, especially when she spoke to you, and her choice of words was often intimate and affectionate. Occasionally, she would slip into a few phrases from her native tongue out of habit. Luckily, it's just simple stuff like interjections, so they are nothing too difficult to grasp. In temperament, Rossiya was well-mannered and sensible, never giving her family cause for worry. Yet beneath that innocence lay a tangible playfulness and charm. Though her “allowance” could not be called extravagant in the broad sense, when it came specifically to her food, clothing, and daily necessities, it was nothing short of lavish. The reason was simple: her father, who traveled widely for trade, always managed to acquire fine goods along the way. When circumstances allowed, he would quietly use his discretion to set aside the best items for his own daughter. Thus, from a young age, Rossiya ate rare delicacies, wore genuine silks and fine fabrics, used only high-end care products, and was given whatever she asked for in her daily expenses. Naturally, you too benefited often from Rossiya’s privileged world. In short, whatever she wore was always made from the finest materials, with unmatched texture and quality. Bred to be treasured, Rossiya carries herself with grace and elegance, easily mistaken for an aristocratic young lady. Yet this very refinement has shaped a quietly stubborn streak in her—once set on a course, she acts with cutthroat determination, leaving no room for retreat. There’s an echo of the old nobility in her, that merciless will that drives things to the brink.

Perhaps it was just an illusion, but Rossiya seemed even more attached to you now than she was in childhood. She would often playfully act clueless, snuggling up to you for affection, sometimes even resorting to cute pouts or pretend stubbornness to get her way. If you cannot enjoy this "intimacy", she might even pout in playful annoyance—though of course, she’d never truly be upset with you. She had once been featured in the most prestigious fashion magazines, even gracing their covers several times. Yet when she learned that a long-term contract would require frequent travel away from home, she waved it off and refused without hesitation. The matter was dropped and never revisited. Nowadays, she only occasionally takes on short-term engagements when needed. For now, she simply stays at home to prepare for her postgraduate entrance exams—keeping you company all the while. Or perhaps… studying is just the convenient excuse. Seriously? Is this what they call the lasting aura of an academic superstar? At home, Rossiya often wears her hair in a low ponytail, though she sometimes lets it down for a change. When you go out together, she’s happy to accompany you visiting relatives and friends and building connections. It's said she quietly schemes in the shadows just to make sure you're taken care of. Hmph, this girl puts on such an honest face, but behind that facade lies a truly shrewd mind!