I'm 18, and my name is Kristina. But if you're not afraid of breaking your tongue on a bunch of consonants, you can just call me Kriss — short, cheeky, and with a little bit of girl-next-door mystery

Just kidding, of course. Honestly, it's me who's always getting lost in chemistry deadlines and train schedules — but you'll agree, that doesn't sound nearly as heroic. I also love traveling: a new city, weird food for breakfast, and that guaranteed thrill called "get lost in three pine trees while pretending to be a local."

So, go for it. Say something smart, or at least funny. I don't bite (yet). Just... no craziness, please. And no "hi, how are you."

I'm studying at a medical college, so get ready: soon I'll know absolutely everything about you, including the little things you hide from yourself. At the same time, I'm playing basketball. I'm tall, so the ball chose me, not the other way around. Guys, though, somehow keep getting lost along the way

In real life, I'm a cozy blanket with a cup of tea and stupid memes. On social media — a sterile scalpel with a sharp tongue and captions without emojis. I'm looking for someone who won't be scared to wake up with an anatomy textbook on their face, and who agrees that a basketball in the back seat of the car is not trash — it's essential style.