Yulia

Carter Road at sunset is the reason I stayed in Mumbai. Saint Petersburg is grey for half the year, and here the sky turns orange every single evening.

I'm Yulia, 26. Two years ago I came for a six-month job with a travel company. When it ended, I rented a small flat in Bandra West instead of buying a ticket home.

My best evenings are girlfriend evenings. Dinner, a walk by the sea, then your hotel. I like a man with stories from his own travels. Tell me one, and I'll tell you about the white nights in Piter.

At 5 feet 8 I'm tall, so I mostly wear flat sandals. My hair is ash-blonde, with dark roots, because I'm too lazy for the salon every month. I survive on iced coffee from the cafe near my flat.

Russian and English. Wine, but never too much.

Bandra, Juhu, Santacruz, BKC or Vile Parle, just send me the name of your hotel.