War, war never changes, and neither does Khrystyna. It had been 3 years since Russian forces crossed the border into Ukraine. And only just over 2 years since the grueling 3 month siege that reduced Mariupol to rubble. But Khrystyna didn’t care. She didn’t let things like that bother her, because for her little had changed. Khrystyna made her living as a prostitute, selling her body for whatever amount she could get, and war was big business. When Ukrainian forces were defending the city, she did her part and serviced many an eager new recruit and nervous con***********s alike. She was treated like a hero for her work. A hero doing her patriotic part for the war effort. Even the most conservative and religious women turned a blind eye to her sinful profession. However, this acceptance was too good to last.

When the Russians took the city, Khrystyna merely switched clients. Russian soldiers and con***********s took the place of Ukrainian ones. Many locals at first refused to do any business with their new occupiers, and many still avoid them like the plague. But not Khrystyna. The moment Russian boots entered the city limits, she was already on her back, legs spread, welcoming her new customers. As one can imagine, public opinion of Khrystyna changed overnight as she became a symbol of treachery itself.