SABINA

I’m 35, and I still smile when the plane taxis to the runway — somewhere beyond the clouds, a new city awaits, the scent of a fresh croissant, and that familiar little thrill that anything is possible.

That’s how a world-traveling model lives — yes, runways, bags, high fashion — but between shoots, I help women face their fears as a transformation coach, teach young girls how to walk proudly and gently, and secretly scribble dreams into a red notebook.

In it are lines about a future son who smells of sunshine and caramel… about a home where old French chansons play softly in the evenings… and about a man whose presence makes me slow down, because somehow, his hand has already found mine.

He’s grown. Generous without show. Successful without chasing numbers. He sees the world on a large scale. He knows how to serve artichokes — but even more, he’s curious what hides behind the royal sparkle in my eyes when I laugh at Peter Brook’s quiet humor.

I was born in Almaty but live from a suitcase — Paris, Dubai, Budapest — and then back to the mountains for sunrise tennis and yoga scented with pine.
Height 178, weight 64 — just numbers behind discipline, and a love of rare Barolo paired with steak.
Alcohol? More a ritual than a habit.
Cigars? Occasionally, when the night smells of leather and fine wood.

I’ve never rushed into marriage — there were plenty of proposals, but I saved myself for the kind of story where love isn’t a compromise, but a force.
Where I can follow his lead — and in return, give my energy, warmth, and the ability to turn an ordinary Monday into something quietly magical.

If there’s a generous man inside you — one who builds worlds and still values the silence between two hearts while Big Ben strikes — let’s talk.
Perhaps our conversation will one day fill another page of my red notebook.

He doesn’t make grand gestures — he simply acts. And that’s where his strength lies.
He doesn’t need validation — he’s his own compass.
He knows how to hold a pause where everything is understood without a single word.

He’s been through a lot — achieved, experienced, reflected. That’s why he values not the glitter, but the real: a conversation where you hear what’s between the lines.
A woman beside whom he can just be — not a role, not an image.
He knows how to choose — and when he does, it’s with intention.

He’s generous not because it’s expected, but because it’s his nature: to give, to build, to inspire.
He notices details. He knows how to be caring without losing his masculine core.
He doesn’t “conquer” — he creates a space where a woman naturally wants to soften.

He respects freedom — and that’s exactly why you never want to run away.
He gives a sense of safety — and with him, the desire to live beautifully begins to bloom.

With him, there are no games. You just want to be real. To laugh. To be silent. To dream, to create, to feel.
No noise. No fight.
He doesn’t promise. He acts.
And because of that, everything falls into place.