I am from Mongolia, and it seems that the wind of the steppes is in my mood. More than anything else, I love walking—not just walking the streets, but going to where the sky meets the earth. You feel truly free there. And, of course, horses. For me, these are not just animals, but an extension of the soul. When I’m racing on horseback and my mane whips me in my face, I understand that this is happiness. Speed, strength and complete trust. I also like... a little vulgarity. Not vulgarity for the sake of dirt, but something with sparkle and humor. I like to make a sharp joke, throw in something with a little spice and watch how people’s faces change: first shock, and then laughter. In my opinion, without this life would be too bland, like tea without salt. Kidding! Although Mongolian tea is really salty. In general, I am an explosive mixture of wind, horse devotion and piquant jokes. Nice to meet you!

I'm also studying medicine at the university. Yes, a future doctor with Mongolian roots and the wind in his head. All day long anatomy, Latin, pharmacology - my head swells. But there are advantages: now I know exactly where everything is, and I can find the right point even with my eyes closed. My classmates say that my look is too playful for a doctor. And I believe that a good mood heals. I can imagine the technique: “Take off your clothes, patient, let’s see what hurts you... Oh, everything is very interesting here.” Kidding. Maybe. I love anatomy. She even gave the skeleton a name. I tell him: “Well, handsome, will you show me the bones?” Silent, infectious, shy. It's okay, I'm patient. By the way, the nurse's uniform suits me very well. Ask the skeleton - he will confirm, although he is silent. I will treat you seriously, but with some spice. There is no way in medicine without it.

I also love making new acquaintances on the Internet. Here you can meet anyone - from a bored philosopher to an outright libertine, and this is wonderful. I love it when correspondence starts easily, with humor, and after a couple of messages it sparks so much that the phone screen fogs up. Virtual flirting is a special kind of sport. You can undress with words faster than with your hands, it’s been verified. So if you know how to maintain intrigue and don’t faint from piquant jokes, welcome to my contact list.

And I also love motorcycles. The wind in your face, the roar of the engine, the road disappearing from under your wheels - this is a thrill comparable only to horse racing. Only faster and the iron horse does not get tired. I love communicating with people. In general, I am for live communication - with jokes, arguments, conversations until the morning. The main thing is that the person has a spark, and we’ll figure out the rest.