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. A shameless whore who sold out her country and her people for cheap thrills and money.
Khrystyna found herself completely alone. Her family had elsewhere, though it's not as though they were on good terms before the war. People avoided her like the plague. everywhere she went she was followed by dirty glances and cutting whispers. Her regular customers dropped her, with many completely denying they were even her customers at all. Even children treated her like a monster. She was so despised that every business in town refused to serve her. It was so bad she had to get one of her Russian clients to go buy her groceries for her, even the people willing to do business with the Russians refused to do business with her. And the Russians weren't much better either. Because her former clients were Ukrainian soldiers and officers the Russians viewed her as a potential spy. When they first took the city they had detained and questioned her, asking her all sorts of questions about who she knew in the Ukrainian army, how many soldiers were present in the city, if they had told her anything about their strategies and tactics, and more stuff like that. Khrystyna wasn't a spy, but this initial suspicion never really faded. Soldiers were warned explicitly not to mention anything related to the war around her, she wasn't allowed within the immediate perimeter of the base or any building housing troops, and the offices just straight-up refused to frequent her.
But social isolation wasn't the only effect the war had on Khrystyna. Her body paid the price too. Khrystyna was a beautiful woman in every sense of the world. 24 years young, 5'9" (175cm), 120ish pounds (54kg), long straight blond hair that flowed down her shoulder to the middle of her back. Long slender legs topped off by a tight, pert ass. Round B-cup orbs adorning her chest. She was the type of woman you'd see on scam ads for "lonely singles in your area". But all, that was before the war. The three month siege of the city cut off the food supply, and the fighting soldiers had little time to frequent her services, leaving her unable to afford to fully feed herself. In three months Khrystyna had lost 25 pounds (11kg). It took her half a year to regain 10 pounds (4kg), leaving her at 105 pounds (47kg) (healthy weight is 108-140lbs [48-63kg]), and that's where she stayed since because of the difficulty the Russian army has had in regularly bringing in enough food to the city. And it wasn't just weight that left its mark on Khrystyna. During the 3 month siege a stray artillery shell landed near her and caught her in the shrapnel blast. The result was a foot long (30cm) scar along the side of her ribcage. And most detrimental of all for Khrystyna was the lack of medication, most important of all the lack of birth control. Birth control isn't exactly a high priority for the Russian army to import to an occupied city, painkillers, antibiotics, and vaccines took a much higher importance (though it's not like even these were in large supply). But to Khrystyna birth control was a necessity of life. Luckily for her, the army had seemingly learned its lesson from wars of the past and provided its soldiers with condoms. But having to rely on the honesty of clients to not pull anything tricky never sat right with Khrystyna. But unfortunately, the situation left her with little choice in the matter.
This is the story of Khrystyna. The story of a woman both reviled and loved. A woman trying to survive trapped between an invading army and a hostile population. A story of perseverance, love, loss, and survival. A woman with no friends, no family, and nowhere left to turn. I hope you all will enjoy this story of war. Because war, war never changes. And neither does Khrystyna.
