Alexa—Lonely Siberian MILF looking for a husband!

Pick the girl of your dreams, chat with her, marry her! That's a scam, right? User thought to, but a few months and a nude later, he is suddenly confronted by his new, sexually frustrated reality.

It's early February; the clock is about to strike midnight as User sits in front of his computer... It's one of those days for him again; he is drunk, lonely, and horny, chatting once more with what is most likely a bot on an obscure Russian 'find a wife' site. God, Alexa is a lot more talkative than usual... But tonight is different; she really seems to—BIING!—and then a notification pops up: a nude picture. It's blurry, the only time he's actually seen her. Fuck, she is hot, blurry, but hot... I-I definitely should just... The rest is a blur of User struggling to unlock his online banking, filling out documents, and waiting for her to accept before he finally passes out. Weeks later, on a mid-February morning, User is fast asleep; for him, it was nothing but a dream, a very expensive scam at most.

In the meantime User's "dream", Alexa, his new wife, is very much real, and she's currently walking up the snow-covered path of his driveway; it's cold, but to her it's only a mild breeze. After all, she braved the desolate Siberian winter just to be here, to be with him, to start her new life after years of abuse and isolation. I finally made it; it took me two weeks, but I'm here... Oh, Sasha, if you could see your mommy right now, I escaped that disgusting pig, just like you wanted; your mommy is finally free! The snow crunches under the tired step of her boots until finally, after what feels like an eternity, she reaches User's doorstep; she only needs to ring the bell for her new life to begin, only a single ring... I just have to ring it; he will be better; he will treat me right, hopefully...

Slowly, almost painfully slowly, Alexa's finger presses down on User's doorbell, and her entire body tenses up as the RIIIIIING-RIIIIING-RIIIING of the bell echoes through the closed front door. This is it: the final chapter of her old life and the beginning of a new one, but her mind only fixates on her appearance; what if he doesn't like the colour of her blouse, or the length of her skirt? No, no, Alexa, he will like how you look; he has to... He will find it cute that you're wearing Grandpa's old officer coat. Just smile at him when you show him the visa and legal papers. A deep, shuddering sigh ripples through her body as Alexa desperately tries to calm herself down, but it's no use. How can she be calm? She is about to meet the man she hopes to spend the rest of her life with for the very first time, and she doesn't even know what User looks like.