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[QUOTE=Bez Bezarra]Tatiana: Sister go. Vstrechat ya and you bersday?
[/QUOTE]I rest my case... :)
s nyom rozhdyenia tibya...
s nyom rozhdyenia tibya...
s nyom rozhdyenia Bezarra...
s nyom rozhdyenia tibya!
(sung to the tune of Happy Birthday to You)


BTW - it's dobri utra (good morning) and
spakoinoi nochi (good night)

Just in case you have to text someone. :)

Lukaszek,

You are great and very honest.

Can you tell why did you choose this city, Ufa, based on what criteria?

I have also hesitations about russian province although chances there do exist.

Stravvy...this is why I am so happy I learned czech language....many words are the same in russian.....pleasure in czech is...radost ;)

Hecker: why Ufa it was the question asked me every single person I met in Ufa....the answer it is only I had to decide one city from moscow till vladivostok served by s7 and where i could find cheap accomodation, Jake wrote nice girls in ufa, so i start to collect some contacts and went there,so at least i can to my friend in home town i went to baskiria even if i will have first to explain where it is ;)

Yes i got only one freebie without money in 14 days, too little i know, but i think that also the one student i got and wanted 2000rubles can be considered as freebiee,cause as she said, i like you Luke and i am gonna asking you 2000 rubles, 54 euro, cause for you it is so cheap price but for me it means a lot....so how to spot freebie, girl who will have sex with you without money or just an ordinary girl that so far as she is together foreigner will try to have nice time and to get a bit of money too ?

To tell the truth, i left when everything started to work....i undervalue the time a foreigner needs to get to know the city and specially to improve enough good russian to be able to have a conversation, i thought was enough one week, but it was not,now in tver it is much more easily for me, i met with the first contact, she showed me the wifi bar,now i am, at evening i should meet another one contact, however i am really a bit tired to be alone, i am use to be together many friends in my home town and to hunt always alone without buddy it get boring,let's say it stress you a bit.

Provincies are not moscow or piter...what it does it means....even in good hotel, the shower can not work or the bedroom could smell so bad.....not easy,really and as i saw provincies not means easier sex....hey,at least for me....maybe other did better or maybe they wrote it is easy,just to not write the truth....what i wrote it is only what real happens to me, i have no reason to lie,but i hardly figure one normal man as me to have a big success in provincies in little time, cause one thing is to write,another one to have success.

The only good things about provincies is cheaper price, besides that.....more negative points,as nothing to do, not good restaurants, junkie food, not friendly people....an example? the girl i met she went back yesterday from cyprus, i asked what you liked more of cyprus, weather, the sea? She said, that there everybody is friendly, here in tver everybody is cold and angry....and if it was said from a girl that speaks russian....it says a lot......

So far...Stastlivo ;)

[QUOTE=Lukasek] the girl i met she went back yesterday from cyprus, i asked what you liked more of cyprus, weather, the sea? She said, that there everybody is friendly, here in tver everybody is cold and angry....and if it was said from a girl that speaks russian....it says a lot......)[/QUOTE]
Luke,
You are on to something my friend. There is some truth in what you say. Glad you can look back and consider your trip to Ufa a positive one. Good luck in Tver......

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i rest my bezarra...sung to the tune btw dobri nochi in case you have someone.

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i think the dyev's prefer my chuy'ed up ruski!
it amuses them, with the yolki polki's and the popa zhopa's, when i sound like i just stepped off the boat from south jersey.

anyway, here's my wild and crazy update for monday night. frustrated again to the point of going 0 for 4, in the afternoon my driver schlepped me around town for this and that, and when it came down to meeting time with katya, naturally she was another no-show. glupy durak!

so i figured we could call the cat houses again, and see if anything interesting was to be found, went back to the same place i found kleopatra on sunday, climbed up four flights to the brothel, and found 2 losers smoking and watching tv. pass!

came home after hitting the supermarket for supplies, and pretty soon started to get some returns. set up meetings with 3 dyev's at the square, got my driver mike to pick me up and over to the flowers bazaar. a couple of nice long-stem reds, wrapped up with gold bow's. at 7:00, natasha is supposed to meet me, we've been texting back and forth for a week without success. between 6:45 and 6:55, i finally get answers back from 3 other dyev's i had sms'd in the afternoon, and now they all want to come! i've got mike on the phone interpreting for me, while i'm sms-ing natasha that i'm stuck in traffic and to please wait for me, i'll bee there in only 5 minutes. i'm hollering at mike to speed things up and make it snappy, he's so slow sometimes on the phone, i guess all these fucking russians drag out every conversation for some wierd reason, they could just say, ok be here at 8 o'clock, but it takes 10 mintues to say that, while they go on and on endlessly about god only knows what. but meanwhile, i'm telling him "davay!! davay!! bistry bistry ya son-of-byotch!", cause i still need him to talk to elena and yana. elena is 18, yana is 19, and natasha is 20, so i've got all age groups covered.

so as i'm just wrapping up who's coming and where and when, natasha texts me that she's tired of waiting and she's leaving! i holler back, wait wait, i'm here, and jump out of the car, hoping that she doesn't notice i've been sitting there for 15 minutes texting other girls, and stalling her for time, while i know she's shivering in the 12 degree wind blowing down the street.

so she relents and says ok, ok, she'll wait. when i finally find her at the fountain, she's just on the homely side, and has just a touch of those thick fingers and hands indicative of the horrid looking babushka she's gonna metamorph into in 25 or 30 years, and i'm really not sorry that i made her wait, and actually very happy that i also told 2 other dyev's that they should head over to meet me. i could have cancelled the others, if natasha turned out to be a keeper, but why limit your possibilities knowing that she might not meaure up. but i have time to kill, so we talk for a while, and i start charming her about how pretty she is, and she's smiling now with the rose i gave her, but i explain that i really don't think she needs me because she doesn't need a sponsor anyway.

then she tells me an interesting story about how her day went, the typical 'life in the day of a dumbed down ukrainian dyevochka in the big city', you will love this!! so she admits, that she does not have a job, and is trying to find one, and went today for an interview with a firm that was advertising in the newspaper for an interpreter. natasha's english is very passable, compared to most here that take an hour to say even one word, and then laugh hysterically at how funny they sound. so natasha says that the 2 men that interview her tell her she's very beautiful, (a lie of course), and so because of her hotness, she will be required to have sex with their clients! i guess that's the "interpreting how far she can shove a cock down her throat" part of business conversations found normally in ukraine?

anyway, i tell her thanks but no thanks, and that maybe i'll call her sometime, and off she twaddles like a little lost duck in her poofy madonna skirt and dark leggings into the sad lonely night, having blown her chance at a generous sponsorship with a wonderful foreigner businessman gentleman that is the bez!

so here's the kicker, she texts me an hour later, this message:

"hi again. sorry me for my behaviour today. i am hot-tempered person and you very pleasant man. and to say the truth, i need sponsor! so if you didnt change mind, we can meet next day. and you can teach me english and i teach you russian, ok?"

the best part of this, is that i'm chuckling and polina is now asking me what's so funny. polina was the fourth dyev i was texting to come to the square at 8 o'clock, and when she showed up, i started thinking, maybe i had finally scored. with no hesitation whatsover, she jumped right into the car, and straight off to my apartment. she doesn't like cafe's or klub's or any of that, just ready for some home cozyness. but polina is the real anomoly that just does not fit the typical mold of all these dyev's i've been meeting. she's 21, or so she says? i didn't check her id though. 5'7", and 108 pounds, 32 breasts. dirty blond hair died red, pale as snow white skin, and very pink in all the wet places. she absolutely did not want to get bedded on the first date, until i swore to god and heaven, that i would never ever ever ever think that she was a bad girl for having sex the first night, but that it was really necessary because i could be called home by my company any day, so time was the problem. once she understood that i would not question her goodness, she practically tore off my shirt and started trying to tongue my epiglottis.

it turns out, that i was at the right place at the right time for once, and just had a dyev ready to get down with a foreigner a scratch the itch she seemd to have down there. with her clothes off, she really looked about, well, since its prohibited from discussing under 18 here, lets just say that she looked considerably younger than she claimed she was, but who's to say. she sure didn't seem to have a dishonest bone in her body, not counting the engorged bez phallus firmly lodged way in her hoo-ha.

fotos to follow, after getting home. :-)

[QUOTE=Bez Bezarra]
It turns out, that I was at the right place at the right time for once, and just had a dyev ready to get down with a foreigner a scratch the itch she seemd to have down there. With her clothes off, she really looked about, well, since its prohibited from discussing under 18 here, lets just say that she looked as much as 7 years younger that she claimed she was, but who's to say.

Fotos to follow, after getting home. :-)[/QUOTE]
I think I speak for all when I say we eagerly await your photos to assist in age determination!!!! ;)

[QUOTE=Jake993]

I think all eagerly wait

your photo to ass !!!!

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LIfe is good. Strange, but good.

After a morning session with Oksana, part-time free lancer/medical university student, I started the old sms thing again, and i guess the Bez is just on another hot-streak. Had a few lining up, Ruzanna who is 20, who's been texting me for a couple days, to come to the square at 4:00 pm, then Nastya, who insisted I meet her at MacDonalds at 5pm, or as she texts it:

"Privet, davay vstretimsya v 17:00 vozle Makdonadsa na prospekt Revolutsi. Otvet sichas!"

So I'm really not expecting much in the way of success, I figured yesterday with Polina was just dumb luck, and that I'd be right back in the thick of the bullcrap they've been feeding me for a week, that is, getting the royal run around, OR getting rejected at the first meeting, OR going on a seemingly ok first date, but then getting rejected the next day when I expect a follow up. I've had 5 of those already, 4 of which were very fuckable, not perfect, but students are students, they ain't pro's, so they fuck like banshees when ya push the right buttons.

Little did I know, that Ruzanna, who came in the Mitro from the suburbs, is standing across the square by the newspaper kiosk, and we're playing long distance mobilny-tag and hide and seek. I run across traffic and nearly get clipped by the fucking elechtricka, and find a real down home tom boy country girl with long yellow/white hair and a goofy smile. She's 5'8", and a dripping wet 105 pounds with 32 B's and a 20 inch waist, and sparkly blue eyes. I can see there's something very special about her, though I'm not able to put my finger on it yet. Cigaretttes and Orbit gum is all I had to buy, though she did down 2 shots of the Ruski Standard bottle I was planning to take home as a gift/bribe for my new boss.

I have to say that this girl was a real keeper, I slowly began working her using the ISG all-Monger Certified Doctor Skank method of drving them past the limit of their ability to resist the temptation of having a wild fling-romp in the sack with Joe Foreigner Yankee American Bear.

To any less than qualified highly experienced up and coming monger reading this, let me affirm that the Doctor Skank method is proven to work flawlessly over 98% of the time, and its recommeneded by 4 out of 5 mongers who eat pussy and chew gum, too. (though not necessarily at the same time).

For what seemed to be a good solid hour, I worked her from a few short smooches to some heavy frenching on the balcony in-between cigarettes and back massage/titty gropes, but really started kneeding her ass cheeks and nipple squeezing. At one point, she grabbed my throbbing johnson, but kept fighting her mating instincts, and backing off with some deep breaths.

I knew I was starting to wear down her willpower to refuse me, and could see little cracks unfolding in the chinks of her sex-resistance armor. i just kept playing it cool, and threw in some pouting to throw her off guard. She would get real worried when I gave her the sad look, and I'd just say that I was very disappointed that she needed to wait, and not go to bed on this first date.

At one point, I just said, sorry, but I CAN"T WAIT, and she looked me dead on and told me to go into the bedroom, and she would go int the bathroom and be just a few minutes.

That was it, boy.

Low down and dirty, a real hard core sex maniac. You guys will kill me for saying this, but as I've let on before, I was quite fortunate to get my shot in the Mystery Tramp, way back when she had only first begun her tawdry trade in flesh, as Zhanna, super VIP mamachka of Kyiv, broke her in, into the biz back in 2002. My long standing rule with Zhanna was always, ONLY fresh brand spanking new girls with NO EXPERIENCE ONLY.

So without being banned, I'm going on the record that Ruzanna could well pass for MT's long lost kissing cousin, though be it a very fresh-faced version. I kept getting deja-vu's of MT, though please keep in mind, I only dipped my wick into MT twice, and that was during her third week of employment, back when it was all just fun and learning new things, but with all the other members photos of MT making the rounds, you guys gave me a lot of reminders of how much fun she was, that is, before her rectum pussy became putrified with all those nasty curdled bloody gray oozing trichomonas discharges, cheesy rashes and infected sores. Lovely!

[QUOTE=Bez Bezarra] nasty oozing green trichomonas discharges.[/QUOTE]
OK Bez, now you are just showing off.
But you have got to tel us where you are. Somewhere in the provinces I presume? I would say, "Good Hunting" but it would appear that you don't need any help from me.
Here's to keeping the streak alive......

I guess....why Bezzie does not want to meet Lukasek.... ??? ;)

Bezzie why at the same time we are in different countries ?

A beer with you....no price LOL

In the disco now plays... I will survive.....surely, but the need to come back to Russia is already in me even if I am still here ;)

Bezzie where are you ????? LOL

[QUOTE=Jake993]where the fuck ARE you ?[/QUOTE]
Don't bother to ask this question to Bez , as he will inevitably answer that he is somewhere between Vekynavobashkotartaroktyagorsky and Karabukayachavochersyastok.

;)

[QUOTE=Jake993]

OK Bez, just tel us you are in the provinces?

I would but it would appear that you are.

Here's to keeping salive......

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Look, if I reveal my location, it just takes all the fun out of trying to figure out why Bucharest, Sofia, Tallin, Vilnius, Riga, Prague, Warsaw, Kiev, Moscow, and St. Pitr are NOT worth the cost of competing against your fellow mongers, and dealing with jaded females out to empty your wallets.

Out here in the fields, I fight for my meals.

Besides, what's the fucking difference? All the 2nd tier cities are good, if you have some connections. Those you have to make on your own, I can't do that for you. Everyone knows that its not as easy anymore. And why would I want everybody horning in on me here and fucking up my talent pool?

Jesus fuck it all, I fuck this place up enough just on my own, I really don't need YOU ALL to ruin it any faster than I can on my own. Most of you turds have figured out where I am anyway, except that I keep changing locations. It would get boring going to the same place 19 times anyway, how many times can you look at a fucking Mig-7 jet fighter or a rusty old tank?

Go find your own fucking place. Just take some fotos, and then we can figure it out by comparing the bathroom tiles and come-squirt stains I left on the ceiling!

You can keep changing locations, but we will find you after the election, oh yes we will.

[QUOTE=Bez Bezarra]"Privet, davay vstretimsya v 17:00 vozle Makdonadsa na prospekt Revolutsi.[/QUOTE]Bez has given us an important clue to his whereabouts. It's a city, somewhere in the Ukraine, that has a McDonalds and a street called Prospect Revolutsii.

That should narrow it down considerably! LOL

Come get me, you neo-con screwballs!
Dead or Alive!
Or in my case, turgid or flaccid!

Actually, its easier to hide, (and spell), when I'm bewteen Omsk and Toms'k.

Now, Ruzanna, I forgot to say, is from the Kuril Islands.
Pretty strange, I thought that was next to japan?

Starvinky, haven't YOU figured out that I also changed the name of the Prospekt??!! :p

[QUOTE=Piper1]

You cant find the election, oh we wi.

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Where'd I put that Viagra?

Ok, here's the big clue that you need, a dead giveaway!

ITS FUCKING COLDER THAN A WITCH'S TIT IN A BLIZZARD.

TURN ON THE FUCKING HEAT, YOU FUCKER POOTY Putin!!

GOD I HATE POLITICS!