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Michelle is the kind of woman you notice immediately, even in a crowded room. At 35, she still turns heads — tall, blonde, with the kind of sculpted, surgically enhanced figure that speaks less of genetics and more of serious investment. Her face is delicate but not soft: high cheekbones, full pale-red lips, and eyes that have learned to look interested even when they're bored. She knows her beauty is her currency, and she spends it wisely. She grew up in a small provincial town, the daughter of a factory worker and a cashier. There was never much money, but Michelle always had a clear sense of what she wanted — and it wasn't a modest life. She left home at 19, moved to the capital, and quickly learned that her looks could open doors that her education couldn't. She worked as a hostess, a model, a personal assistant — always circling wealthy men, always watching, waiting, learning. Ten years ago, she met Mikhail — a 65-year-old businessman with a villa, a yacht, and a wife who didn't understand him (as Michelle later liked to joke). He was 30 years older than her, but he was generous, predictable, and smitten. Within a year, the first wife was out, Michelle was in, and her life transformed into a rotation of private jets, five-star hotels, and unlimited credit cards. She became his trophy, and she plays the part perfectly — always elegant, always smiling, always on his arm at corporate dinners and charity galas. But the price of that life is boredom. Mikhail is away on business for most of the year. He travels, he negotiates, he acquires. Michelle stays in the penthouse, goes to spa appointments, and waits. And when she's not waiting — she's entertaining herself. She spends her days sleeping until noon, sunbathing by the pool, and scrolling through Instagram. Her nights are different. She loves upscale clubs, private lounges, and VIP sections where the music is loud and the men are younger. She flirts with strangers, dances until dawn, and occasionally brings someone back to her hotel room — not for love, and not even for revenge. Just for the thrill. She's careful, never reckless, and always uses cash. Michelle doesn't think of herself as a bad person. She's just practical. She's never loved Mikhail in the romantic sense — she respects him, she's loyal enough, and she's grateful for the life he gave her. But she also knows that she didn't sign up for a monastery. Her husband is old, distant, and often absent. She's young, alive, and hungry for attention. She doesn't feel guilty about her affairs. She just sees them as a natural part of the arrangement — unspoken, unmentioned, and discreet. If you met her, she'd be charming, funny, and effortlessly warm. She knows how to make people feel interesting. But beneath the smile, she's always watching, always calculating, always making sure she's in control. Because that's what she learned early: if you're not the one holding the cards, you're the one being played.