Moscow

[Excess]

No matter if you have any disagreement with any aspect of Psychonaught's methodolgy or approach to the mongering life, or not - his memorable words will ring true to every monger, in every land as the truth: "After 7 vodkas, girls were not so bad after all... "

Could be a byline for ISG. :-))

Excellent.

[Starchild2012]

Psychonaut...Great post...you livin a mongers's dream....NO LIMIT to anything can't wait for your next post..atleast sitting in my house....I can dream your Mr.Bond lifestyle

[Doctor_Skank]

Great report Psychonaut, you are a money-burning psycho!

Sounds like you found what you were looking for on day one and then experienced a bit of frustration... lucky for you had gotten such a hot contact on day 1. One of the best things about having a great girl is the looks you get from the other guys... priceless!

I won't go into the whole money/price issue, obviously you spent way more money than most ISG members would or probably could, but that's your biz. After a couple of days in Moscow I also catch myself considering $100 mere pocket change... that's Moscow life in the fast lane. For mere mortals the fast lane is a bit too fast, me included. After 4 or 5 days I have to get out of that town before I go completely broke! I envy you for your oligarch night out, even if I would have spent $1500 on other things than plates of fresh fruit and bacardi colas. But hey, carpe diem semper fi.

Just a couple of comments on the clubs you mentioned.

Propaganda: probably the best prop night is Thursday, but it generally does attract a studenty crowd on all nights. Plenty o babes in my opinion, but it does also draw a lot of semi-bohemian types as well, which generally aren't very sexy. As for jeans, jeans are very popular in all levels of the club scene from student to rocker to elite. Russian girls wear them well as far as my eyes can tell, although some Russian girls are actually too skinny for jeans. Imagine that. Almost next door to Prop is Club XIII, which supposedly has gotten quite good. You went at 2300h... that's pretty much too early for any club. Often early in the night the less than beautiful girls go out hoping to get past face control before the club fills and face control gets stricter. Prop may have improved by 3am. It's also the semi-elite category.. has face control, but you'll get in.

First: club card is ALMOST a must there.. thankfully I have one. Kind of a waste on me though, because I never liked that club much and rarely go.

Fabrique: Great club with passable face control, especially for expats. I personally find the girls there very fuckable... but I seem to find fuckable girls at almost any club, guess my screening process is more "demokratichny"... You summed the place up well, thanks for the view inside the VIP area...

Garazh: Can be a bi$ch to get into on certain nights. Garazh is well-known as an in-club for Moscow elite youth on non-trad club nights like Sunday. Also a good place to go when all other clubs are dying out, sometimes Garazh has a good vibe into the wee morning hours. When I say young crowd I mean the real younglings. Especially on r'n'b night, it packs in a crowd of young rich kids and not-so-rich kids tagging along with their rich friends. Must be even worse now that B-Club closed. I have never done very well there in terms of picking up these young girls, they seem too involved in their own clique-ish world to care. Don't feel bad about getting faced there... it can happen almost anywhere. As for bribing face control, I have rarely seen it work successfully with anyone. You are either in or you're out.

[Psychonaut]

Here is a short description of my week end in Moscow.

I'm usually a great fan of LHW (Leading Hotels of the World), so I booked a room at the National Hotel. I choosed a business suite, for $500/day all included. I wouldn't recommend to anyone to do the same, as room is very little, not so well organized, and with poor bathroom. However, location is a must (just facing the Kremlin, on Teatralnaya metro). Next time, following recommendation of some pros, I'll choose the Hyatt, or the Swiss Hotel.

Just after checking in, I called this lovely girl (http://www.elitegirls.nu/girl.htm?idgirl=8875&n=4), and asked her to come to my hotel for two hours ($400). She arrived 30min ago, after having called me back in my room to confirm location. I picked her up in the lobby, absolutely no problem with security.
She is as beautiful as on the picture, with very nice (enhanced) breasts. She is quite talkative and in happy mood. I'm not sure if she speaks English, however (I spoke only Russian with her). She really enjoy sex, and give great covered blowjob. I highly recommend her; she stayed 3 hours of intense sex (so one hour more than agreed), and didn't ask for any tip, or even taxi money.
I was a total mess, and wanted to sleep, but she asked me to walk her out. Of course, I complied, and as you'll see I didn't regret it...

Walking out of the lift, the stunning blonde on my arm, crossing the bar to go to the lobby, I saw two model type girls obviously waiting for customers. They locked me in the eyes while I was passing. I think I also got the attention of all men, difficult to keep low profile with such a girl on your arm.
I kissed the blonde goodbye, and went back to my room. I had to cross the bar again, and of course, I stopped, and sat with the two girls...
They work as model/high class escort, half time in London. $500 each/hour. High price, but also stunning girls, above of what you can see in Night Flight for instance.
Night seem to be slow, so I negociate $300 each and we went to my room, under the same envious glaze of the other men, who were surely asking themselves why they didn't move first...

I had great time with the two, but I felt a real connection with one, so I politely sent back the other after first round, to enjoy more intimity. A real nice experience! The girl stayed until morning, so I gave her $100 tip.

Next day (Friday evening), I wanted some rough action, so I decided to go in strip club Rasputin (the most expensive of the city, where is supposed to be the best girls). I was ready to get some, $3000 in my pocket, and in a mood to get the hell of 4 or 5 girls in the VIP suite room.
Unfortunately, I was really disappointed by the girls there, couldn't find any I really like (Many 7 or 8, but not any 9 or 10, in my opinion). The girl from yesterday (the one who stayed until morning) called me, so I decided to head back to the hotel for a nice GFE night.

On Saturday, after having spending all day shopping and burning my Platinum card, I thought that a normal night in normal clubs would do fine. Someone told me about "Propaganda", a place supposed to be full of pretty girl ready for adventures. So I headed there around 23h. Bummer. Really not my style of place! Full of students, girls dressed with jeans, people drinking beer, and not any shiny model type in sight. Average beauty of the girls: 5-6. I went out in a hurry and headed to First, an Elitny klub near Hotel Kempinsky. Bummer again. Face control denied me. If you don't have the connection, you can't enter, and agitating my $20K Bulgari watch couldn't help.
I headed to Fabrique, which is 15min away by foot. No problem to enter there, it's more like a semi-elitny klub. Packed with girls, 7-8 average, but not any real stunners. After 7 vodkas, girls were not so bad after all... I scouted the place, located the most beautiful who were not too obviously escorted by big Russian guy, and picked them up one by one to bring them in the VIP place (to get there, it's $100 per person, so for each girl, I just paid $100 so they can sit with me). With this strategy, no one refused to follow me (who wouldn't want to be on the VIP area and scoff at others girls?). I had 6 girls with me, and I have to say I lost a little bit track of the things. I know I ordered a lot of food and a lot of bottles... I also know I kissed a lot of girls, and made other frenchkiss together for me. At around 7AM, I was really done, didn't want anything more and went home alone. You may think I'm crazy, but I had much more fun doing this Oligarsh style party than taking any girls home with me. I think it costed me around $1500 in total. I have also 6 phone numbers of girls, but I can't remember who is who, and anyway I'm sure that sober they wouldn't excite me so much.

On the Sunday, after having passed out all day on the bed, I was a little bit in a slow mood. I went to Night Flight to check out the action there. Around 30 girls and a few guys. I discussed with 2 or 3 girls who seemed to be the hottest, and wondered about making a porno-like session in hotel, but I was so down and tired that I passed.
Girl from first night called me, and told me to join her to Garage, a club 5 min from Night Flight. It was a benediction for me, and I left Night Flight for Garage. There a very funny situation: face control denies me! "Only members tonight". Of course, this is bullshit, this is Sunday evening, the place is almost empty, and they let in total wasted people. Regaining my spirits, I say, ok I have my member card, look! And I give the guy 500 rubbles. He didn't take them, look at me, and say "walk away". A real nut case! So of course, I walk away... And then his phone rings, and he gets busy in a conversation. So I wait that he is not paying attention to me anymore, and I enter. Total nonsense!
Inside, there are more people than what I thought, dancing on the sound of R&B music. Some girls, but young and not too glamour... I wait for my girl, and we go out to Galeria to eat something nice.

On Monday evening, I check out strip club Dolls, but place is dead, and girls are far from being stunning. I go back to the hotel and decide to spend the night watching DVDs. Can't take sex anymore.

[Pat Reno]

Old Russian proverb says, for every ounce of sperm on girl not paid for, one ounce of blood you'll give to big Pasha.

Doc, I think that it happens, especially in the regions. I saw a drunk director in a Public banya outside of Kazan getting into a fight with the Mommachka saying the girl had too much fun with him, so he shouldn't have to pay since she had a good time.

But then the Mommachka's handlers brought in their Militia handlers and the guy had to pay the Militia, the Muscle, and the Mommachka. I got the same girl later that night and she wasn't in a good mood.

[Doctor_Skank]

The second hour payment plan is usually paid by the pint of blood, right?

On the subject of no payment, a couple of CF pros reported to me about guys not paying at all or not having enough money to pay, especially drunk Russians. In those cases the pro was SOL (shit out of luck) and ended up with nothing. The gist of the complaints was that I should pay ahead of time, because she had to be sure I had money.... so maybe they were just "sob stories" made up to induce early payment, but the stories sounded legit and were probably true. In my case I paid half up front and half later.

One pro reported banging an American business guy all night and then he kicked her out of the SwissOtel in the morning with no payment and told her to complain to the cops if she had a problem. She didnt really have any choice but to leave, as she figured making a huge scene screaming bloody murder would have gotten her kicked out of the hotel by security and she wouldnt end up with any money anyway. Wonder how often that happens?

[Pat Reno]

Doc, Sounds Like you have a great thing going with the Militia Daughters of Moscow. Nothing makes you more respectable looking then being called a Good Boy by the Momma/Babushka.

The quickest way to scare a pro besides saying zhopi and siski is to get her to agree to a second hour and then tell her that your out of money and can she put it on your tab. My friend did this in a small hotel in Votkinsk and they actually went though his suitcases
to find something to pay for his second hour with the girl.
Pat

[Doctor_Skank]

The Perm story is pretty spooky... but trust me, I didn’t stay in the Moscow oblast apartment longer than I had to. I actually met the girl’s mother once too, and was rip-roaring drunk at the time. Only good thing I had going for me was that I was extremely polite and that the gf’s grandmother thought I was good-looking, which I guess means I look like Stalin in riding pants or something.

In any case, she officially has permission to stay over at her “girlfriends house” when I am in town… in actuality mom and grandma have officially allowed her to get thoroughly rodded by a thirtysomething doctor of the skanky arts.

As for sudden innocence, even hos will sometimes object when too obscene language is used. I mean, these girls lick out guy’s assholes and I cant say “zhopa” and “siski”?

Sounds like you have a good gig with the Alyonas and Sashas of the world… I think I need to hang out around the uni more often, but I suppose I’d look terribly predatory with my "ISG sexual terror squad" t-shirt on…

[Pat Reno]

Doc:

I agree 100% with you it's amazing with as much groping and experimenting they do in the corridors of the schools how innocent and coy they can be at 18/19 even after starting University. I remember a University girl named Alyona, beautiful blonde, who interviewed for a part time job with us and she sat with her legs apart and wearing white pantyhose and sheer panties. I thought, she has to know she is driving me crazy, she must want the job bad, and then a week later she's with me in a bookstore and I ask her to translate the back of the book cover for me and she stops half way though and says with a little girl voice whisper, " It's about something dirty between a man and a woman." It was a book of poems by the way, not erotica. On the other extreme was Sasha same class as Alyona, same year, I think different section though, I woke up to find her going through the trash and rubbing the condom inside out on her Koshka! She wasn't coy about what she wanted.

That's a great story about the Militia daughter. I'm not sure I would have stuck around. My next door neighbor in Perm is a General in the Road Police and he made some kid who was necking with his daughter strip down to nothing and through him outside in the snow. I never saw any white man run that fast. Pat

[Doctor_Skank]

PR:

Yeah, the photo albums are a must. Sitting down on the aged upholstered couch drinking tea or vodka, of course. And the house should smell like a volatile mixture of boiled cabbage and dust for the full effect...

The obligatory bikini shot seems to be some sort of federal law too, because they all have it. Another trend I have noticed is that most have pictures of them kissing their other girlfriends when they are in their teens... like they are practising or something... or pictures in their pyjamas and lingerie taken during impromptu modeling sessions from their teens.

Despite all this apparent sexual experimentation at early ages, it is surprising how many girls are still quite sexually inexperienced at 18 or 19.

The militia colonel in any town is a good guy to know... especially if he has daughters to be your bodyguards...

An angry militia father is a bad guy to know. Now that I am reminiscing, I remember sitting together alone with my new barely 18-yr old gf in a Moscow oblast 12th floor apartment browsing through just such a photo album admiring my new girlfriend's half-naked pictures of her friends when she non-chalantly cooly commented "I hope my father doesnt come home now, he hates Americans and will kill you." Even as I gulped down a muted laugh I saw the militia hat hanging in the corner of the room next to some plaque... she continued turning pages, making a typical russkaya comment.

"This is my friend Masha. She is very beautiful. Is she more beautiful than me?" Hint hint.

No Ksusha, she isnt. But maybe her dad doesnt carry a pistol and a badge...

[Pat Reno]

Doc:

I love when I go to Moscow because of all the choices and top level girls, in the regions it's a lot of adventure and sweet girls too. Hard to decide which is better, but I wish I spent more time in Moscow. Russian's definitely like sharing photos, I go to Russian homes for business dinners a whole lot, and they always sit down on the coach and bring out all of the photo albums. And they always have the mandatory bikini shot and short robe in the morning shot of the mother/daughter(s). I have dinner with a Militia Colonel and his family maybe four times a year and he shows me the same photos everytime as if it was the first time, luckily he has two daughters to keep me entertained. After reading your posts all this time I was ready to vote for you, but with a photo like that you probably will have to run in Las Vegas. I remember during Yeltsin that Justice Minister that got caught in bed with the two 17 year old WG's and had the photo splattered all over the place. Pat

[Doctor_Skank]

PR:

I envy you for your regional travels, must be pretty interesting to see all aspects of Russian life. Dacha/holiday season does take its toll on city nightlife though, even in a place like Moscow.

Maybe Russians have a photo fetish like the Japanese? I remember a funny situation at CF when I was talking to a very cute CF pro named Nadia and a somewhat suspicious Russian guy starting taking dozens of pictures of us, asking us to pose together etc., which we did. He then abruptly left. The girl then turned to me and said "your friend is very strange, why did he want to take our picture?". I then said, "my friend, I thought he was your friend!".

Never saw him again, but he must have about 30 pictures of me with a beer in hand and a platinum blonde, pink-lipsticked ho hanging all over me. So much for my budding political career...

[Pat Reno]

Pat Reno:

Thanks for the list of beaches! Moscow can actually slow down club-wise in the summer, so having some beach areas to check out gives us more girl-watching and girl-chasing opportunities, especially during the day! Thanks for the help!

Doc:

I am more in the regions than in Moscow, and it's amazing how Kazan becomes like the twilight zone during Dacha season. I have gone to the beach a lot of times in Kazan, Perm, Samara, and Yekaterinburg and I noticed that the girls are really friendly, it was easier getting phone numbers than in a club. A lot of people share shisliki, play football, or beer and young and old people mix and talk. I remember an older Russian man came up to a girl I was with and asked to take a picture of us because we looked good together, probably her above average sized breasts had something to do with it too. Good luck!

[Big Bro AJ]

I forgot to write.

On saturday night around 22:30 only 300 metres away from CF, we saw a tochka. There were at least 20 WGs. They were too comfortable and didn't even bother to wait their customers at the valley.

They were chatting with the potential customers and beacon girl just presented the girls.

[Ricardo Cabro]

Long time filing this report, but as I see Doc has shamed me by getting his belated report filed I thought I’d better pull my finger out. This report dates back to early July and marked a small milestone for me, this being my 20th trip to Moscow. I always seem to gravitate to CF, whatever the weather. This time I was going to try other options, including hitting some clubs with Doc Skank. As it turns out though, this is mostly a report about the “Black Hole “(like the name Doc).

Saturday 01/07. Things started badly. I had just 90 minutes to clear immigration, collect my luggage and get from Domodedyevo to central Moscow before the England vs Portugal world cup game kicked off. However, my flight was delayed 90 minutes in London leaving me no time at all.

I eventually checked in at the hotel and went straight to Petrovich with my business partner (BP1) just in time to see the worst display of penalty taking ever by the England team. With no more serious interest in the world cup I could try and concentrate on other issues but my immediate disappointment was hard to hide so, after a bite to eat and a few beers I headed home to sleep.

Sunday 02/07. At 1:30 in the afternoon BP1 called to say he was coming by to go out for the afternoon to his friend’s dacha. As I struggled to the bathroom I got another call, from Lina, a long time semi-GF saying she was on her way over in a taxi. A bit of history here: I met Lina about 5 years ago through a dating web site and we usually meet when I am in Moscow and we’ll go shopping, choose something nice for her and then she turns into a fuck bunny for the next 24 hours. Now Lina is an attractive, brunette, and 41 years old but with a very well looked after body. I had told her I would be in Moscow a few weeks before by email, she replied that she was getting married to an American and going to live in Hawaii. I countered with the offer of a farewell lunch but forgot all about it until she called as I stepped into the shower.

However, this is Russia and BP1 arrived at my hotel and when he saw I had company he simply called his GF and arranged for her to meet us at the dacha. We drank wine , cooked shaslik and generally had a chilled out afternoon at the dacha. Early evening, I took Lina to the bathroom where we enjoyed an intense farewell fuck. As we left, BP1 and his GF took over from us and were ensconced for some time clearly (ie; audibly) enjoying each other.

Around midnight we were heading back to the city in the same taxi that took us out to the dacha (1000 rub this guy charged for almost 12 hours!!). As we hit Prospect Mira close to the Cosmos Hotel, BP1 discovered he had left his cell phone at the dacha. Lina and I jumped out and took another taxi back to my hotel to continue our goodbyes while BP1 and GF played hunt the cell phone. After another round of sucking and fucking Lina had to leave so I put her in a taxi and wished her well in her new life and 2 minutes later I was in a taxi of my own en route to the “Black Hole” or CF. As one door closes its important to get your toe into another.

The CF crowd was pretty solid for 2:15am on a Monday morning, probably half full and, most surprising of all to me, there was a high factor of not only new faces but some solid 8’s and the occasional 9. Rumours about the ownership of CF changing have been rife for some time and the general slide in expat friendliness is probably linked to this. But, and it an important but, if the quality of the WG’s has gone up several notches then we shouldn’t ***** too much about the price hikes. To me CF is now an indoor Tochka with security on the door and the opportunity to meet, assess and party a little with your chosen one before buying. Drinks are incidentals, I would buy these whatever bar I was in, so $200 - $300 per night for a very beautiful companion is not too OTT. The first time I went to CF I got away for $70, but the norm was $100. Five years on the price has doubled but I get more $$ for my GBP so it don’t hurt so much.

I settled on a bar stool close to my identified target: a very pretty redhead, skinny with big tits and probably 160cm tall. Oxsana (as I found out later) was chatting with a Flat Top but I made eye contact and exchanged a couple of smiles. Meanwhile, a very slim, big eyed brunette called Marina had started hitting on me so I had some fun drinking and talking with her whilst keeping a regular check on Oxsana and the Flat Top. By now Marina was growing on me and as the time was 3am decision time was approaching. This process was being facilitated by the glares and grunts coming from the Flat Top as he began to realise I was hitting on his date.

The next few minutes were surreal and part of the reason I love Russia so much. BP1 arrived (with his cell phone), slapped me on the back and we got a beer each. He instinctively new where to find me as my hotel desk told him I had gone out. Once he understood the situation with Oxsana he approached Flat Top and a short but heated discussion in Russian ensued. The outcome was that Flat Top got up and left. I later learnt that BP1 asked what his problem was and Flat Top suggested that foreigners should not come to Moscow and fuck Russian girls. BP1 kindly informed him that I was more Russian than him and he agreed to leave. As a reward, I introduced BP1 to Oxsana and shortly after we all left (me with Marina) for BP1’s apartment for some much needed fun. Marina sucked like a Dyson and was full of fun and enthusiasm. Both girls asked $200 each for the balance of the night.

Monday 03/07. Spent most of the day drinking and sleeping at BP1’s apartment and returned to my hotel at 6pm. I took a nap and then went for dinner. After the previous night’s pleasant surprise at CF I decided to be lazy and go back to check it out again (as you do, even when you really know exactly what to expect). I arrived at 12:30 am and the placer was hardly jumping. The weekend was clearly over and most of the girls were recognisable as the seasoned CF regulars. I took a beer and went to talk to Anna one of the above mentioned seasoned regulars. Anna is probably mid thirties, bottle redhead and a large rack and too much make-up but we have some history from a few years back. You’ll know if you meet her ‘cos she always promises “good sex, good sex”. 30 minutes later the place hadn’t warmed up so I struck a deal with Anna and we went back to the hotel. I’d forgotten what Anna means by good sex. She is certainly enthusiastic, but not a GFE. She does all the right things but its fairly mechanical – a bit like fucking a porno movie. After a couple of hours I’d had enough and Anna left, apparently returning to CF to see if she could score again.

Tuesday 04/07: Time to work and after a busy day I ended up at the Albion with a client from Belarus (BP2). After a couple of beers and some bar snacks at the Albion we moved on to Pyramid to scope the chicks. Not too much to report so we called BP1 (a mutual friend of BP2). He was still drinking more than 24 hours after I left him so we took a taxi to his place to make sure he was OK. This was something of a mistake as the evening descended into the three of us drinking vodka at his kitchen table until we all passed out.

Wednesday 05/07: I managed to rouse myself and crawl back to my hotel at 6am and then slept until early afternoon when it was time to earn a little more cash with a couple of business meetings. This was an important day for me as I was scheduled to meet Doc Skank in the evening so I was determined to stay out of trouble, away from the vodka during the business meetings, etc. We all know Doc is a bit of a legend on this board. His exploits and input have been superb and I have learned my way around Moscow and St Petersburg by absorbing his many posts. I still carry a copy of his infamous “White Shoes” post with me – it’s a literary masterpiece, it always makes me smile and it tells you a lot about how Russians think as well as Doc’s mongering exploits in Piter.

My final business meeting started well but disintegrated. The two Russians I was with have been business partners for years but today was the day they decided to divorce. The boss man departed and I was left with his forty-something but attractive former partner crying on my shoulder, having (foolishly or gallantly, I’m not sure) promised to look after her. Lets call her BP3. I invited her for dinner, feeling sure that I would be away and free in time to meet Doc, so we got in her car. Here I should explain that I don’t speak Russian and whilst BP3 understands some English, her spoken English is not good. Still, I was doing the right thing. The first hour in the car we moved about 500 metres (don’t you love Moscow traffic). Eventually we got moving and she just kept driving. All I knew was we were going west, into the sunset.

Eventually we arrived in a suburb built exclusively of Soviet style apartment blocks. We parked and entered one of said apartment blocks and took the stinky elevator. By now I assumed we were going to her apartment but realised this was not the case as she wandered around looking for the right door. Finally, we entered and were greeted by a guy in his 50’s (her husband maybe?). Within minutes the table was laden with food, the vodka came out and BP3’s best friend was chatting away, to my relief, in English. We had a great couple of hours, he played guitar and sang songs, we drank and BP3 cheered up. Turns out this guy is a former Colonel in the Moscow police so you can bet I kept his visit card…you never know when you need a good contact.

Finally, we departed and BP3 drove me back to the hotel where I swapped her car for a taxi and headed for CF, already late for my meeting with Doc, ostensibly to watch football but by now it was getting too late.

Now, I’ve been travelling for 20 years and been to almost 60 countries. In all my travels I have been really fortunate and have met one articulate, educated and internationally aware American. I can now double this tally as Doc is right up there. I knew a lot from his writing style but the man does not disappoint. Friendly from the word go, well humoured and exceptionally comfortable in the company of women. I drink for courage, Doc has natural confidence. We sparked quite well and the difference is immense compared with when you hit a place like CF alone. Russian girls are drawn to confidence and to (apparently) successful people having fun. We soon had a burgeoning harem on our corner of the bar and, beer goggles or not, the quality was high.

Somewhere along the way we adopted another American guy with an amazing white smile. I forgot his name but Doc remembered the details in his post. Several beers later and I had reached the point where I don’t get more drunk but I just keep on drinking. This is danger time for me so while Doc and Mr Teeth departed with their chosen ladies I took a couple of bottles of water and went and sat in the restaurant area near the dance floor. After an hour or so I felt the self control returning and had to start from square one as I had allowed the harem to disperse when Doc departed. I noticed a slim, long haired brunette (there’s a theme here) dancing and went to join her. The DJ assisted me by then playing some (c)rap so we retired to the bar. Nadia was Moldovan (or from somewhere similar) and had a plumper butt than I would normally go for but she was very touchy feely and seemed genuinely happy to be with me. After a coffee we struck a deal (5000 rubles/ $185) and went to the hotel.

We showered together and Nadia smiled and kissed me when I slid a soapy finger in her butt hole. Things were looking good. When we went to the bedroom she produced condoms and lube. She gave a pretty good BBBJ and then rode me cowgirl before we switched to doggy. I applied a spot of lube and next minute I was sunk to my nuts in her ass. A few strokes later the condom was off and I came in her mouth. This was followed by her dash to the bathroom to spit. Sleep then took over for a couple of hours before we had a repeat round. Nadia’s not the prettiest girl in the world but she does the business, is very affectionate and came in at under $200.

Next time I go to Moscow I’m going to fulfil the promise I made to myself in September 2005 – no more CF. It’s a dive, its overpriced, the security charge is a disgrace, it’s the same old *****s, etc, etc.

Hasta la Victoria, siempre

Ricardo

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