I think the most important thing in life is not to lose optimism and never...more about Marina from Cherkassy I know the price of life, and I literally mean what I say.
The guy we all used to go to the sauna with in Almaty? I have never seen him sober, yet he ran the Kazakhstan end of a massive management consultancy firm and organised the “hospitality” for visiting colleagues from the US and London.
“He died after a big bender for his birthday.” Though Dima was only 43, this was not a huge surprise. The architecture is overbearing, crime is rife and Russians have a live-for-today attitude that is immediately infectious.
Certainly my friend Dave was: he had a new Sveyta, Lena, Olya or Nadia on his arm every night, each as dazzling as the last, the cocaine sparkling in the woman’s eyes. She sits in the car and waits for me to come round to her side to open her door! Me, I admired the uncompromising tenacity of his latest Russian squeeze.
What was always interesting though, was that Dave did end up feeling used, and was unable to build a proper relationship with the pragmatic Moscow girls he met late on vodka-fuelled nights under strobe lighting. Dave now lives in London with his English wife and two children.
It was a matter of pride for these men to turn up at the next day’s early meeting on an hour’s drunken sleep, call the wife and have a beer at lunch to steady the shakes.
Of course, the best way to recover from an apocalyptic Russian hangover is to go the banya, or sauna.Whatever the provenance of the experiences related, the virtual world of the internet is the perfect place to write about a surreal existence in which nothing matters and not much makes sense. There are those, of course, who don’t participate in the endless expat party.I once went on a date with an American journalist in Moscow and timidly asked him if he’d been out with many Russian girls.For whatever the allure of a chaotic and brutal city that fosters a feeling of nothing to lose, the expats usually do shuffle home to recover, their livers depleted, their emotional lives in tatters, their memories blurry and their fingers hovering over control/alt/delete. If you are looking for a cheerful, kind and at the same time humble girl, then you are on the right page!New Yorker Deidre Dare, 45, was sacked from her lucrative legal job in Moscow for “gross misconduct” after writing an erotic internet novel, Expat, while on secondment in the Russian capital, eschewing her real name, Deidre Clark, for a racier nom de plume.