General Info

Train travel between Moscow and St.Pete and vice-versa:

For those of you travelling to and from St.Pete you may want to consider taking the train.

The trip isn't particularly interesting nor is the train particularly comfortable, however there are a few advantages:

Cost:

Depending on your booking class and the train, you should pay between $30-50 one way. It is suggested to book first class so that you receive at least some form of comfort. This is cheaper than flying, however the real savings occurs in taxi costs, as when taking the train you arrive in the center of Moscow or St.Pete and you shouldn't pay more than 100-150 rubles to reach almost any location in either city. As we all know, taxi costs to and from the Moscow and St.Pete airports are considerably more expensive.... at least $30 one way from either airport. There are cheaper options like the route taxi, bus etc., but if you have more than one piece of small luggage these are impractical.

Time:

You more or less break even on time since the train takes between 4-5.5 hours depending on which one you take and you can show up just before it leaves, rather than an hour or two earlier as with the plane. Obviously you don't have to wait for luggage either, and the trains stations are centrally located, whereas the airports are 30-40 minutes out of town.

Night trains:

I haven't tried this, but there are night trains every night to and from St.Pete and Moscow that leave at about midnight and arrive around 8 in the other city. Saves a night's lodging, but is also a night of mongering less. You may get lucky on the train. But that is a big maybe. As far as I know, the trains don't slow for tochkas...

I'll most likely continue to fly since it is usually a business expense for me, but for private trips or something different, the train isn't bad. Ain't great. But ain't bad either.

Doc,

I second your recommendation of the train between SPB and Mockba, for all of the reasons that you mentioned.

I'm not sure it's true that you would be losing mongering time on the night train. I travelled on the "skora po-ezd" once, between SPB and Mockba. The night train doesn't leave until after midnight, and as you said, you can arrive at the vokzal right at departure, which leaves you most of the evening in SPB.

As for getting lucky on the train, why not bring a dyev with you? The dyev that I was with in SPB decided that she wanted to travel to Mockba with me. Unfortunately, at that time, international tourists were still strictly controlled by Intourist, and I believe that "narodni" passengers were not even allowed in 1st class, so she had to travel in steerage. Just as an interesting note, my 1st class fare was $100 USD, hers was $2.00.

Today, I imagine those restrictions have been lifted. The 1st class sleeper cars are designed for 2 people with 2 double beds in each compartment. A couple bottles of champagne, a tin of ikra, some bootyerbroti, a handful of condoms and you should arrive bright and early in Mockba, ready for a good night's sleep. ;-)

Shyestliva,

Stravinsky

Anything is possible in Russian trains if you are willing to bribe the conductor. I was going from Moscow to Peter. I asked a devushka I met in Karma Bar to enjoy the charms of Peter together and she gladly accepted my offer. But we couldn't get a ticket for her as they were all sold out. I called a Russian friend of mine to see if there is anything we can do. Following his recommendation we talked to the conductor and he somehow managed to find a private compartment for the two of us. He only asked for 900 rubles for her ticket :) Good deal. As you can guess we didn't sleep much during that trip :)

CNBC will be airing a business special from Russia all week.

Today they are showing an item from Moscow

For those who can view , it appears it will be an interesting look. Possibly some outakes will be on other NBC affiliates.

Would you guys recommend a non-white person checking out russia. What would it be like?

Cool,

By non-white, what exactly do you mean? Black, Asian or what? Have you ever been to any Eastern European country before? I'm asking because it could mean a big difference.

No problem cool!

There are lots of non-white guys in Russia. Check the guy in Magrib in St. Pete!

http://magrib.a-alliance.ru/

Assuming that you are not purple... green... or perhaps... blue... you'll have no problems in the center of Moscow. Of course, it is a big city and things happen occasionally to every race.

At the same time, I must say that I've heard of many more problems with skinheads and racism in Spb than in Moscow. Of course, as in any country, racists do exist. If you stay in the major clubs for mongering you will have no problems. CF is loaded with many people of different races and cultures from all over the world. I've never seen anything that was close to a racial incident there. I've also seen many men in NF from all over the world with no problems. There are many clubs that cater to Latin music and many girls go just to meet men of color.

I took a client, who happened to be African-American, to a RU club several nights in a row. Most nights he was the only one of his race in the club. On several occasions, the girls were practically fighting over him, offering themselves and their friends either with his girl friend or without.

Other than this, the only insight that I can provide is that many of my clients are of all races and I've never heard of a problem. Of course, one problem trumps a thousand good experiences...

I've never been to Europe period

Cool,

I'm a 35 y/o Black male and I lived in Russia for 5 years. I don't want to rain on your parade, but walk softly my Brotha. You'll have a wonderful time, but be aware of your surroundings. The majority of Brothas in the country are studying at the universities.

I fear no man, but GOD. But I was also aware of the hatred a lot of Russian men have towards Afrikan/Black men. The disparity between the rich and poor is amazing. Russia is a very poor country with a very high unemployment rate.

I work in IT and dealt with the movers and shakers in the country. I dealt directly with the underworld on several occassions. Unfortunately, that's the price you pay for doing business in the country. Enjoy yourself and have FUN.

Peace

Hi,

I am interested in travelling to Russia to try do some "erotic" photos..
Does anyone know if there are studios available with models?

Flyer

Here's an interesting article...

Sunday September 19, 2004
The Observer

I remember the first time I had sex - I still have the receipt. The girl was alive, as far as I could
tell, she was warm and she was better than nothing. She cost me £20.

I was 16 then and I'm 41 now. I have spent 25 years throwing my money and heart at tarts.
I have slept with every nationality in every position in every country. From high-class call
girls at £1,000 a pop to the meat-rack girls of Soho at £15, I have probably slept with
more than 1,000 prostitutes, at a cost of £100,000.

I am a connoisseur of prostitution: I can take its bouquet, taste it, roll it around my
mouth, give you the vintage. I have used brothels, saunas, private homes from the internet and ordered
girls to my flat prompt as pizza. While we are on the subject, I have also run a brothel. And I
have been a male escort. I wish I was more ashamed. But I'm not. I love prostitutes and everything
about them. And I care about them so much I don't want them to be made legal.

In English brothels you shuffle into a seedy room so dim you can only meet the girl by Braille. But in New York last year I sat on a four-poster bed while 10 girls paraded in front of me one by one, like bowls of sushi on a carousel. 'Hi,' they would say, 'I'm Tiffany', 'I'm Harmony','I'm Michelle', and I would rise and kiss them. It was so touching, so sweet, so kind. There should always, no matter what, be politeness. It is the way the outside world should work, selfishly but honestly.

The great thing about sex with *****s is the excitement and variety. If you say you're enjoying sex with the same person after a couple of years you're either a liar or on something. Of all the sexual perversions, monogamy is the most unnatural. Most of our affairs run the usual course. Fever. Boredom. Trapped. This explains much of the friction in our lives - love being the delusion that one woman differs from another. But with brothels there is always the exhilaration of not knowing what you're going to get.

The problem with normal sex is that it leads to kissing and pretty soon you've got to talk to them. Once you know someone well the last thing you want to do is screw them. I like to give, never to receive; to have the power of the host, not the obligation of the guest. I can stop writing this and within two minutes I can be chained, in the arms of a *****. I know I am going to score and I know they don't really want me. And within 10 minutes I am back
writing. What I hate are meaningless and heartless one-night stands where you tell all sorts of lies to get into bed with a woman you don't care for.

The worst things in life are free. Value seems to need a price tag. How can we respect a woman who doesn't value herself? When I was young I used to think it wasn't who you wanted to have sex with that was important, but who you were comfortable with socially and spiritually. Now I know that's rubbish. It's who you want to have sex with that's important. In the past I have deceived the women I have been with. You lie to two people in your life; your partner and the police. Everyone else gets the truth.

Part of me used to enjoy the deception. There was something about the poverty of desire with one's girlfriend. Sex without betrayal I found meaningless. Without cruelty there was no banquet. Having a secret life is exhilarating. I also have problems with unpaid-for sex. I am repulsed by the animality of the body, by its dirt and decay. The horror for me is the fact that the sublime, the beautiful and the divine are inextricable from basic animal functions. For some reason money mitigates this. Because it is anonymous.

What I hate with women generally is the intimacy, the invasion of my innermost space, the
slow strangulation of my art. The writer chained for life to the routine of a wage slave and the ritual of copulation. When I love somebody, I feel sort of trapped. Three years ago I was saved. I found a girl whom I could fall in love with ... and sleep with prostitutes with. She sends me to brothels to sleep with women for her. I buy her girls for her birthday and we go to *****houses together. I am free forever from the damp, dark prison of eternal love.

A prostitute exists outside the establishment. She is either rejected by it or in opposition to it, or both. It takes courage to cross this line. She deserves our respect, not our punishment. And certainly not our pity or prayers.

Of course, the general feeling in this country is that the man is somehow exploiting the woman, but I don't believe this. In fact, the prostitute and the client, like the addict and the dealer, is the most successfully exploitative relationship of all. And the most pure. It is free of ulterior motives. There is no squalid power game. The man is not taking and the woman is not giving. The ***** fuck is the purest fuck of all.

Why does a sleazy bastard like me like *****s so much? Why pay for it? The problem is that the modern woman is a prostitute who doesn't deliver the goods. Teasers are never pleasers; they greedily accept presents to seal a contract and then break it. At least the ***** pays the flesh that's haggled for. The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money usually costs a lot less.

But it is more than this. What I want is the sensation of sex without the boredom of its conveyance. Brothels make possible contacts of astounding physical intimacy without the intervention of personality. I love the artificial paradise; the anonymity; using money, the most impersonal instrument of intimacy to buy the most personal act of
intimacy. Lust over love, sensation over security, and to fall into a woman's arms without falling into her hands.

Having an instinctive sympathy for those condemned by conventional society, I wanted to cross the line myself. To pay for sex is to strip away the veneer of artifice and civilisation and connect with the true animal nature of man. Some men proudly proclaim that they have never paid for it. Are they saying that money is more sacred than sex?

But one of the main reasons I enjoy prostitutes is because I enjoy breaking the law - another reason I don't want brothels made legal. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it desirable. When I have dinner every evening in Soho I always think: isn't scampi delicious - what a pity it isn't illegal. I'm sure I am not alone in this. Even Adam himself did not want the apple for the apple's sake; he wanted it only because it was forbidden.

As for the girls, the argument is that making it legal will somehow make it safer, but Soho has one of the lowest crime rates in the country. Anyway, crime and risk are part of the texture of life. Indeed, Freud tells us: 'Life loses interest when the highest stake in the game of living,life itself, may not be risked.' Risk is what separates the good part of life from the tedium.

I decided to ask my Claudia, my favourite prostitute. I first spotted her in the street in Knightsbridge 10 years ago and was so taken by her haunted beauty that I decided to follow her. There was an air of great quality about Claudia. The faces of English girls look as if there is not enough materials to go round. They have thin lips and papery eyelids, box jawbones, prominent Adam's apples and withered hearts. Claudia looks Mediterranean - her lips are full and curly, her nostrils flared, her eyes black and as big as saucers.

She walked and I stalked all the way to Soho and down Brewer Street. No. No way. She couldn't be! She turned, and walked into a brothel. I couldn't believe it. I could fuck Raquel Welch for £25.

When I ask if she wants prostitution legalised, she reacts violently: 'No way! I tried to take a regular job a few months ago. After tax and national insurance I was left with practically nothing. So I came back here. On a good day here I can take £500. I don't have a pimp, so after paying the overheads and the maid I've got more than enough.' There you are. Income tax has made moreliars out of the British people than prostitution.

I know a little bit about the business side. Some years ago I became a madam and a male escort. I turned one of the rooms in my flat in Shepherd Market into a knocking shop and joined an escort agency. I went into prostitution looking for love, not money. That said, I always took cash. The women wanted company, someone willing to please at the midnight hour, and straight sex. It was nerve-wracking wondering if I was going to be able to get it up or get on, but at least I had a valid reason for liking my lovers - they paid me. I didn't care if someone called me a ***** and a pimp.

So you see, I have always been a prostitute by sympathy. As for the rest of society, prostitution is the mirror of man, and man has never been in danger of becoming bogged down in beauty. So why don't we leave it alone? Or learn to love it, like me? Sex is one of the most wholesome, spiritual and natural things money can buy. And like all games, it becomes more interesting when played for money. And even more so when it is illegal.

Hookers and drunks instinctively understand that common sense is the enemy of romance. Will the bureaucrats and politicians please leave us some unreality. I know what you are thinking. That it's all very well for people like me to idealise *****s and thieves; to think that the street is somehow noble and picturesque; I have never had to live there. But so what? One day I will. Until such time, I have to pay for it. How else would someone young, rich and handsome get sex in this city? Yes, yes, I know. Prostitution is obscene, debasing and disgraceful. The point is, so am I.

Ca_T:

Great article, some interesting thoughts. I think the guy is too callous, I still believe in the integrity of the female... find that woman in her and manipulate it in that male way she adores, she'll love you for it.

Am conducting a research project with a very cute pro in St.Pete, exploring her life as a pro. The shit I do for you all. This kid's sufferin.

Anyway, here's her words so far... maybe you'll find it interesting.

"Why are you guys like that? You make promises and then you find good reasons not to do. I mean your arts. But the picture is good indeed. You are talented. The only thing I do not understand why you send me the picture of another women. You have made a lot of pics of me and sent only one of them. I am not very fond of the company of other women."

"Well, I do not know what you want to hear from me about my work... I started only this year in June and spent most of the time in Tribunal that you did not like. I had an Italian boyfriend who paid everything for me not to do any kind of work at all. I just wrote my books at home. Then we split, and I had to solve the money matter myself. So that was my way to the Tribunal. One day I felt myself terribly tired of everybody there, had a kind of depression and stayed at home. I have not visited it for a month already. When I live the night life every day I get tired of it very quickly. Now I try to find out what I want to do and to have in my life. In fact I want to get married again, and I get the proposals regularly. But I do not do the final step because of my fear..."

"may seem very funny outside, but inside I am too complicated even to myself. And right now I do not know exactly what and who I want to have in my life. That embarasses me much because I am used to be a kind of person who always knew what she wanted. Changing a lot of faces in front of me tires. I continue refusing proposals because of the fear to be mistaken again as my previous marriage was just terrible. I am not even sure anymore if I want to have a guy by my side after yesterday's date with an American. I feel total shit.

Well, I do not know other places for the girls to work you have mentioned. My first book describes in details the hooker's life here, in Russia. In my third one I am telling about it in other countries. And it is written well about it in the book Callgirl by Jeannette Angell though this book seemed to me a little bit boring due to the sophisticated style (the author is a professor at the college and worked a callgirl in Boston, US). It also opens the inside feelings of the working girls you have no chance to know being a customer."

Peace out brothers... I am on the case. I love these girls.

Can someone explain to me how http://omen.ru/LOVE.HTM works please.

Put it through a translation program that seems to suggest that if you wish to contact one of the women, you have to fill out a form. Do you also have to be a member?

Quite a few of the pictures are obviously fakes but some of the obvious genuine women look quite good.

Dear Skank:

She sounds too philosophical for a woman (and for her own good). I would just fu@k her (and take loads of pictures and video of course)

Roger