My time in Moscow has reached it’s conclusion, I’ve only done a handful of sets in the last week  and have no active leads left and I leave in the morning. But after 4 weeks of burning the candle at both ends, I’m ready to leave. My liver has taken an absolute pounding, and although I’ve had a great time, if I carried on like this, I know I’d end up with full on diabetes. I’m looking forward to getting back to London to dry out and lose the puppy fat that I’ve piled on from the millions of beers drunk. Below is a story about my 90th daygame lay, only 10 to go boys…
Saturday 3 October 2020
Last Saturday at around 6pm I was walking up Kamergirsky on my lonesome as both Nick and Seven were on dates, it was a first for me, usually I was the one that went on the dates. I did, however, have a date locked in for 8pm with an Azseri Instagram whore . I hadn’t done a single set that day and I was contemplating just going home and chilling out before my date. Then a silhouette of a short, slim, girl walked towards me. I locked her in my sights as she got closer and she was very cute indeed. Long brunette hair, a young face, perhaps even too young. Vicky wore an open puffy jacket over a low-cut top displaying a fantastic cleavage, and tight denim jeans and trainers.
I held my gaze as she approached, and at the last second, she darted her eyes in my direction. “GOTCHA! That’s and IOI” I said to myself. I let her pass me by so that I could see what she looked like from behind, she had a fantastic hip-to-waist ratio and I admired how it was swaying from side to side. In I went.
Vicky confirmed the IOI with a huge beaming smile as soon as I stood in front of her. The hook was instant. I found out she was from some place outside of Moscow, was 24 and was working in Moscow. She was just out “walking”, so I suggested we grab a coffee and walk together. She agreed.
Vicky’s English wasn’t great, but it was better than my Russian and I told her so. I told her “I’ll come back next year, and we will test each other, whoever can speak the others language better gets a prize”. “Deal!” said an excited Vicky. She was a very happy-go-lucky, bubbly girl.
We started walking again, as we walked, I suggested we go for a beer at the Irish pub. She said “oh, yes, I was hoping you would say that, I fancied some drinks this evening but I have no company” RING, RING, RING went the SDL alarm bells in my head.
We got to the pub and sat at the bar in the same seats I had sat with 4 different girls in the previous few days. The bar man immediately asked her for ID, she did look very young to be fair. After a few minutes I excused myself to go to the toilet, it was now 7pm, I pinged insta whore and told her that I had to cancel. I was going for the SDL.
When I re-joined Vicky, she started quizzing me on how many girls I had brought to this bar. I dodged the question… “I don’t recall, I normally come here with my mates”.
There was a local game of football on the telly above our heads and the Russian commentary was blaring in our ears which made it difficult to hear each other, so after 1 drink I suggested we go to another place. Vicky agreed.
When we left the bar, she packed up laughing “Oh my that bar man was so strange”
“Почему?” Said me in my best Russian (why).
“When you were in the bathroom he told me that I should be very careful with you, he also told me that he’s seen you there with 4 different girls in the last few days, you are not a good guy” Said Vicky.
“WHAT?!” I was turning back to go to the bar to confront him  and she pulled me back by the hand.
“No, Roy, just leave it, he’s only trying to protect me.”
“And what do you think, do you need to be protected from me?”
“No, I know what I’m doing” said Vicky.
I didn’t confirm or deny the allegations, Vicky knew what she was getting herself into, we didn’t mention the incident for the rest of the evening. I took her to another Irish bar that was on the route back to the flat. We got a little booth and sat beside each other. I went a bit deeper on the comfort, finding out about her family (yes there were daddy issues), love life and her hopes and dreams. All the usual fluff. She rebuffed my first kiss attempt, but at the second she kissed me very hard.
After this we started speaking about sex, she told me her favourite position and that she needs to feel a deep connection before sex. I wondered whether I had gotten deep enough yet. A couple of drinks later I suggested we go for a walk, it was around 10pm now. I walked her straight to my flat and she refused to come in, we went for another drink at a bar close to mine, I attempted to bounce her back again, and was again rebuffed. We went for a coffee in shop right beside the flat, I went for the bounce a third time and again was rebuffed. I threw the towel in at around 1.30am, almost 8 hours after I opened her.
Sunday 4 October 2020
We texted quite a bit the following day and I invited her to join me at the pub I was planning to watch the United game in, it would finish at 8.30pm, so I invited her to join me at 8pm. I watched United get thumped 6-1 by Spurs with Nick and Seven, Vicky didn’t turn up until around 9:30pm. She was very touchy feely when she arrived. Seven text me afterwards “Man! She really likes you”. I have still to figure out the reason for this, cos I’m an ‘orrible bastard, and she knew it.
Seven left us alone shortly afterwards and Vicky and I just chatted for an hour, I didn’t attempt to escalate or to get her back to the flat. I said my goodbyes to her at around 11pm. The texting increased significantly after this date, she told me later that evening that I was much nicer this time around and that she liked me more this way. “Perhaps PULL, PULL, PULL is not always the best strategy”, I told myself.
Wednesday 7 October 2020
I had a date on Monday and a Russian class on Tuesday evening, the earliest I could get Vicky out again would be Wednesday. We text throughout the day, my plan was to take her to a cocktail bar near my flat and then bounce straight home. As you can see, Vicky was getting quite sexual over text and was trying to escalate it further. I was careful not to warm her up too much, I’ve been burned for getting too sexual before I’ve banged the girl in the past. This one was in the bag, I just had to get her in front of me.
Vicky eventually turned up to the cocktail bar at around 10pm. She looked stunning in black high heels and a tight black dress, she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tits were literally falling out of the dress. We sat beside each other on a couch and had a cocktail, Vicky barely touched hers.
“Where will you take me, honey” asked Vicky.
“I live just across the road, let’s go back there”
“Oh no, but your friend is still home, right?”
“Probably, I haven’t asked him, but don’t worry, it’s a huge apartment, you won’t even see him” I reasoned.
“Can’t we go somewhere else?” Asked Vicky whilst giving me puppy dog eyes.
“Ooooh K, let’s get a hotel”
I looked on google maps, the closest hotel was the Marriot, a 5-star hotel. Surprisingly, it was only £100 for a big room with breakfast included. I booked it on my phone, and we walked the 5 minutes down the road.
Upon check-in there was no LMR, Vicky was gagging for it. We banged all night and morning; she was amazing at blowjobs and really enjoyed a good deep throat. We had breakfast together the next morning at 9am, I must have got around 2 hours sleep. She jumped in a cab home and I walked across the road to my flat to begin the day’s work, I was not very productive that day.
I’ve seen Vicky a couple of times since the night at the Marriot. I like her, and she’s a candidate for the wife list. She’s hot (not a stunner, but a solid to high 7), 24, smart, funny and can hold her own in a conversation. However, she can be princessy if she doesn’t get her own way, I’ve fallen out with her a couple of times already. I think she is subconsciously shit-testing me, Russian girls can be like this, to see what they can get away with. I’ll keep in touch with her and will probably even see her again next year.
 I will do a full review on my time in Moscow, compared to last year.
 I went on two dates with her, spending quite a bit of dough in the process. I tried to bounce her to mine at the end of both. At the end of the second date she agreed to come straight to mine the next night for “wine”. I had to cancel the next night, then she blocked me.
 I confronted him a few days later, he admitted to it, but doesn’t apologise. “Thanks for looking after my girl, mate” I said in a sarcastic tone. “you’re welcome” said a sheepish bar man.