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Authors: Neil Skywalker
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up the next morning I got to talking with a Russian guy who was sleeping in the bunk below me. After I’d answered a few of his questions he told me I was a hero for travelling alone in Russia. He spoke a bit of English and I spoke a bit of Russian so together we managed a conversation. Sergei was a guy in his forties who was visiting his family for a few days, and he got me a fully-furnished two bedroom apartment for only five hundred rubles a day. That was about fifteen dollars back in 2009. Super cheap if you compare it to the crappy hostel in Moscow where I paid the same for a shitty dorm with sixteen beds and a toilet I couldn’t bring myself to use. That day I walked around Chita a bit and in the evening Sergei and his girlfriend showed me around different places in the city.
The next day was pretty much the same. We went to some forest where Sergei proudly showed Russia’s pride: the massive taiga, that endless spread of conifers that covers about half the country. Sergei paid for just about everything, including the food and drinks; I almost had to fight to manage to pay something in return. I did finally succeed in buying us some beers.
The next day was a weekday, so there wasn’t much to do till the evening, when I went out to meet some girls. I met two hot girls on the street and got to talking with them. It wasn’t the most peaceful of conversations: about ten meters away there was a fight going on, with a guy getting severely beaten up by three other guys. The girls wondered I wasn’t scared, but I pointed out that it wasn’t my ass getting kicked. Still, when the guys walked by us I thought it was better to stay quiet and not let them know I was a foreigner. It’s a technique I often use when cops are walking by.
I asked the girls for their phone numbers, and they said “Give me yours”. Doing that’s a stupid mistake I don't make nowadays. Always get the number of the girl and don't only hand out your own. I typed my number into her phone but was fucking the numbers up because her phone had the Russian alphabet.
Later in my room I realized I forgot to type in one number and was screwed. And not the fun kind of screwed I was hoping for, either.
I went back to where I’d met them, but I didn’t see them again. Still, I wasn’t going to waste too much time on something hopeless, so while walking back to the apartment I approached two girls. They didn’t speak English at all but somehow I got them to a bar. I paid shocking prices for three beers and tried to make the best of it. The personnel were happy to see a foreigner and we joked around a bit as we drank. When we were done we started walking back towards my apartment and I tried to convince them to join me. This is not an easy task if you only speak very bad Russian. Unfortunately, the ugly one of the two was cockblocking me and wouldn’t stop whining to her friend that she wanted to go home. I thought, Do or die , and looking at the hot one, a skinny girl named Ilona, I said the Russian word for kiss. “Da”, she said and her red lips touched mine. We kissed. She definitely liked it, but her crazy and probably jealous girlfriend was pulling her arm, looked shocked and yelling “Ilona, stop it”. We parted ways pretty soon after. Another almost sure thing ruined by someone else. The look in Ilona’s eyes had already told me she was up for anything, and I had my own apartment close by.
Russia – The wedding in Chita
When I told Sergei I was about to leave because my visa was running out, he burst out “No way! Tomorrow’s my cousin’s wedding, you’ve got to see a Russian wedding!” How could I refuse? The next morning I bought a big bouquet of flowers and we went to the bride’s house. It was still only ten in the morning and when we entered the house the bride was still walking around in her underwear. She was a totally hot girl, the kind they only make in Russia. Her bridesmaids kicked us out of the house. A bit later
The next day was pretty much the same. We went to some forest where Sergei proudly showed Russia’s pride: the massive taiga, that endless spread of conifers that covers about half the country. Sergei paid for just about everything, including the food and drinks; I almost had to fight to manage to pay something in return. I did finally succeed in buying us some beers.
The next day was a weekday, so there wasn’t much to do till the evening, when I went out to meet some girls. I met two hot girls on the street and got to talking with them. It wasn’t the most peaceful of conversations: about ten meters away there was a fight going on, with a guy getting severely beaten up by three other guys. The girls wondered I wasn’t scared, but I pointed out that it wasn’t my ass getting kicked. Still, when the guys walked by us I thought it was better to stay quiet and not let them know I was a foreigner. It’s a technique I often use when cops are walking by.
I asked the girls for their phone numbers, and they said “Give me yours”. Doing that’s a stupid mistake I don't make nowadays. Always get the number of the girl and don't only hand out your own. I typed my number into her phone but was fucking the numbers up because her phone had the Russian alphabet.
Later in my room I realized I forgot to type in one number and was screwed. And not the fun kind of screwed I was hoping for, either.
I went back to where I’d met them, but I didn’t see them again. Still, I wasn’t going to waste too much time on something hopeless, so while walking back to the apartment I approached two girls. They didn’t speak English at all but somehow I got them to a bar. I paid shocking prices for three beers and tried to make the best of it. The personnel were happy to see a foreigner and we joked around a bit as we drank. When we were done we started walking back towards my apartment and I tried to convince them to join me. This is not an easy task if you only speak very bad Russian. Unfortunately, the ugly one of the two was cockblocking me and wouldn’t stop whining to her friend that she wanted to go home. I thought, Do or die , and looking at the hot one, a skinny girl named Ilona, I said the Russian word for kiss. “Da”, she said and her red lips touched mine. We kissed. She definitely liked it, but her crazy and probably jealous girlfriend was pulling her arm, looked shocked and yelling “Ilona, stop it”. We parted ways pretty soon after. Another almost sure thing ruined by someone else. The look in Ilona’s eyes had already told me she was up for anything, and I had my own apartment close by.
Russia – The wedding in Chita
When I told Sergei I was about to leave because my visa was running out, he burst out “No way! Tomorrow’s my cousin’s wedding, you’ve got to see a Russian wedding!” How could I refuse? The next morning I bought a big bouquet of flowers and we went to the bride’s house. It was still only ten in the morning and when we entered the house the bride was still walking around in her underwear. She was a totally hot girl, the kind they only make in Russia. Her bridesmaids kicked us out of the house. A bit later
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