**Brace yourselves. Very long post warning.
So I recently spent a total of 45 nights in Moscow, split between two trips. The first trip was in April for 11 nights with warder and Courage Reborn. This was supposed to be my only trip. Warder and I flew home, Courage stayed and after taking care of a few things back in the US I decided to come back out to Moscow again for a little over a month.
As you guys know from this thread, I loved Moscow. Absolutely loved it. After my 2013 trip which is documented in detail here, I thought there was no place better than Moscow that could exist. But after this year's trips, I'm coming off that just a bit. Not entirely as I still think it's one of the top places for women, but enough where I'm not dying to return. I've noticed a few changes from my last trip which I will lay out in detail.
One thing I want to address quickly is the number scale because I refer to it a lot in this post... In my game-aware life I've noticed some people classify girls as 8s and 9s when they are nowhere near that. I'm not trying to hold myself out as some guy with outrageous standards, because I'm not, and I'll readily admit I like to throw in many girls in the 6-7 range when perhaps they are a peg lower, but I do try and keep the 8 and 9 designation sacred. An 8 to me is a very,
very hot girl. At first, second and third glances there is nothing wrong with her and she is incredibly attractive. A 9 is a stunner, one you cannot look away from. The type you keep looking at and trying to figure how what you are seeing is even possible. Anyway I digress.
Changes
PUA Culture: One is the now existent PUA culture which I posted about
here. What's odd is that it's Russian guys that are doing this. DaveR mentioned in that thread there is a small subset of guys who are not getting laid and are the target demographic for these PUA style bootcamps. I agree with that, as these guys were no competition. But I do think there is another aspect driving these actions as well. Apparently, Russian guys believe that if they pretend they are Western they can get some easy sex from the girls. So they go around pretending as such in hopes of scoring groupie sex from some of these Russian girls.
A story I can share to validate this: I was hitting on a girl outside a bar smoking. She went inside, then came back out with her male friend who spoke perfect English. Upon meeting me, he said that when the girl came inside and told him she had met an American guy, he told her it's just a Russian guy pretending to be American. But now that he met me, he understands I really am American. I inquired further, and he said Russian guys here engage in this act because some girls actually buy it and they end up fucking them.
Another story: Was meeting a girl outside the metro who didn't speak English that well. As I was walking up to her, two obviously Russian guys were asking her, in English, where there was a good cafe to eat around here. Russian girls cannot distinguish a non-Western accent from a Russian pretending to speak English, and so they can be duped.
Final story: Courage and I went daygaming near Red Square. Courage stopped two girls asking for a cafe, and as soon as he asked one of them if she was from Moscow, the other made a dramatic movement with her hands and stormed off and yelled for her friend to follow. It was obvious she had heard this line before and knew what our intentions were.
White God Factor: Surprisingly, this has increased. I'm not sure if it results from the politics these days or sanctions or what, but I got very good reactions upon letting them know I was from New York (the ones that believed me outright anyway
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) And, I am pretty sure at least a few girls slept with me largely due to the fact I was American. While I would like to attribute it all to my game, I need to be real. There are some serious foreign groupies here. One even expressly told me her dream was to sleep with an American boy, and now her dream has come true.
Even during interactions at night, I got some WGF. On more than one occasion when I was speaking with two girls, they would be vying for my attention (one story below). A few girls commented on me being handsome, or a "beautiful man", or my favorite having three separate girls tell me I look like Bradley Cooper (spoiler - I look nothing like him other than having white skin). A bit outrageous, but the dudes here are pretty busted so I guess in comparison I'm not that bad.
Tinder: It didn't exist back in 2012, and now it is huge. I have some mixed feelings about Tinder here. First the negatives. I only banged 1 girl off Tinder here despite getting over 200 matches and 20-30 numbers. (That said, warder banged 2 in just 11 days and Courage did better too.) Next a lot of girls will just want to meet you to practice their English, or just to be friends. I had a few of those. Third, quality is all over the place and I mean that in all sincerity. I would see 1s or 2s on the app (but obviously never met with them), to meeting girls that ranged from 6s to one legit 9.
As to the positives: if you do want quantity and don't mind either lowering your standards or working through the flakes, you can bang some pretty easily. The one I did bang I wasn't even interested in, met her in the day and realized she was DTF. So I just had one drink with her and said I'm going to go to my apartment, and she came and we banged without resistance. I also met some sweet girls on there, including a virgin (confirmed with my finger). Unfortunately it was hard getting the better ones out again, something that I will discuss more later as well. Finally, the legit 9 I just mentioned was from Tinder, and the hottest girl I interacted with during both trips. Frankly it may have been the hottest girl I've ever gone on a date with, she was blindingly beautiful. Go figure I meet her on Tinder of all places. Despite having what I thought was a good date, I could not get her out again. But, I met a 9 off
Tinder. More than I can say about anything I've done similarly in the US.
Guy Aggression: In 2012 I didn't get bothered even once in Russia, including Moscow, Novosibirsk and Tomsk. This year, guys were a bit more aggressive although nothing really happened. I had a guy aggressively put his hand on my shoulder and not let me go, after he thought I was talking to a married girl. Had another guy tell Courage and I he doesn't give a fuck if we are from NY, and that we are in Russia now, in a moderately angry tone. Courage got slapped by a guy that thought he was hitting on his girl (which he was
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) - ironically Courage's slap was far less severe than the slap he gave the actual girl. Another night I had 4 guys surround me and ask me about my thoughts about the sanctions and politics, until one guy I befriended earlier in the night told them that I'm cool and not to bother me. And so on.
I also got cockblocked a few times though not very often. But I don't recall guys coming over to stop me from talking to girls last time I was in Moscow.
Other Observations
Game Required: Pretty sure this existed before too, but I was reminded how much of a caveman type approach you need to take with these girls especially during night game. I know I lost out on several opportunities because I didn't turn up the aggression enough. I'd see guys forcing themselves to kiss girls Brazilian style at the bars and clubs, and it worked. It went so far as one guy trying to carry a girl out from a club but her friend eventually stopped him.
Another thing I had to relearn was the resistance = turn on method. I really dislike this facet of game in Russia and it was annoying to me. Try try try, no no no, then finally yes. I get it, you want a persistent man but it seemed so methodical to go this way. Several girls even told us when I say "no" it doesn't mean "no" ... it means try again.
Girls: Without a question, still probably the hottest in the world. But a lot of them would flake and it was difficult to get these girls out - especially the hotter ones - to even give you an opportunity to close. On my first trip had a double date with warder and my girl was an 8. Despite having a great time, and getting a makeout on my last night of that trip, I couldn't get her out again in over a month after returning only two weeks later. And as I mentioned above the Tinder 9 I couldn't get out again either despite thinking I had a great date. Almost all the 8s I got numbers from otherwise during night game I could not get out again.
In fact, and something I touched upon on my post re Vitaly, getting numbers here is incredibly easy and even from hot girls. In fact it's outrageously easy. Probably less than 5 refused to give me their numbers vs. the over 50 that did. But getting them out was very very difficult. I'll be frank with you guys, of the 8 and higher level girls, I got
zero of them out again. Even the 6-7 range was difficult but they would meet up eventually.
Not surprisingly, many of the 8s and higher either spoke no English or very little. I can do about 5 minutes of conversation in Russian until I run out. I had more than a few interactions with very hot girls that were ready and willing but I couldn't do anything because of the language barrier. I fully believe that to crack this code for these stunners is to up your language significantly. And by this I mean conversating for at least 15 minutes or so.
My single biggest regret is not continuing studying Russian after my 2012 trip.
Here would be a good point to make a quick shoutout to Cicero and presidentcarter with whom I had the pleasure of meeting and going out with. One thing I learned from Cicero specifically is the value higher language ability and actually living/working in Moscow brings. I saw firsthand how it opens up access to more and better quality women.
One thing that hasn't changed is how amazingly sweet some of these girls could be. This is one huge dichotomy you find here: club sluts v. genuine good girls. Club sluts will fuck you the same night, have no shame in going home with you, or making out with you and then making out with another guy 10 minutes later. On the flip side, the good girls are so damn sweet it makes you question the world we live in. And surprisingly, I did find a few of them at clubs. Examples of good girl behavior:
- One of my girls was a virgin (not anymore) who would meet up with me anytime and do whatever I want. She made me food at request.
- I had told one girl how I wanted to read a particular Russian book in English. On a subsequent date she brought me the English translation of that book as a gift.
- Another girl on our second meeting took me to a park. We took a boat ride which I paid for, and she wouldn't take my money to get us snacks. She asked what I wanted and I just said a "cold water." She came back with the water but apologized as they only had room temperature water. When we departed the boat, we walked along the park and upon nearing a cafe, she told me to sit down and she would be right back. Five minutes later, she returned with a plate of food for me and a cold water stating that "I know how you like cold water and wanted to make you happy." Seriously.
Stats and Other Thoughts
So 46 nights, 10 bangs:
- I'd peg my two highest at 7.5s and lowest at a 6
- 1 from Tinder, 1 from social circle/double date, 8 from night game
- 7 same night lays, 1 on 2nd date, 2 on 4th date
- 1 virgin (confirmed [blood/hymen])
- 3 double bangs with CR, one with warder (double as in we both got laid the same night)
Stories
Well a travel posting would not be complete without some stories, so here we go...
The Persistence Payoff:
It's the first weekend. Where Moscow nightlife shines and where I come alive. I already know where we are going, and am giddy like a schoolgirl to show warder what Moscow is really like. But before the night descends on us, I have a tinder date setup. She looked okay in the pictures but had big tits, and I had been dating a girl with small tits for a while and wanted the variation.
I meet her at 5 and she's actually Ukrainian, and is chatting my ear off. We have a coffee, walk around the city and being somewhat indifferent I just ask her to come back to my apartment. She starts laughing and says do you think I'm crazy? I ask why innocently and she says that means sex. I said no I just want to have tea, to which she retorted that means sex also. Finally I just say so do you want to come or not, and she says why not.
So in my mind now I'm trying to figure out if she has agreed to sex or not. We get back to my place, do some intros to the guys and take her into my room. Watching American Dad on my laptop (her favorite show), try to kiss her and get rejected. Try again, rejected. I tell her I'm just going to keep trying until you let me or you leave, and third time she let me. Couldn’t get further than rubbing some bare titty and then she left, but whatever a nice warmup to the night.
We leave to the island around 10pm or so. Our main destination is not yet popping, so we stop by another club first. Meet two decent looking girls who are surgeons (let's see that in America). Chit chat etc., the other guys find two girls and chat them up and get some numbers. Around 12:30 we head over to our main destination.
No problem getting in, just have to pay 1000 rubles towards drinks each. Go in, start talking to girls all around us and they are very receptive. The quality is pretty damn high, though not as high as 2012 when I went and was frozen in terms of not being able to approach. I start chatting up some girls and warder is loving life talking to every hottie in sight. One blonde I'm talking to that's a bit older tells me "I have a secret, I'm a bad Russian girl and want to get fucked tonight." Well shit. But she's only a 7 in a sea of 8+s, but also in the bag. Or so I thought.
We talk, dance, flirt and then she bounces away to another area and I lose her. See her later flirting with other guys, which actually seemed to be a theme of the night. Girls here would bounce all over the place talking with many guys. Perhaps the yummiest pair of tits I've seen in a year is sported by a Belarussian chick that warder is talking to and gets her number. I got a nice Russian rejection trying to speak to a 9. All three of us would find some girls, lose each other, find each other again, and so on throughout the night. One dude would not leave us alone either, kept trying to tell us he is in Putin's inner circle and the secret is he is printing US dollars at the Kremlin.
Getting late, Courage is with a blonde he has hooked and warder and I decide to leave to go to another club. This is around 5am. We exit, and warder sees a hot girl he was talking to inside. Legitimate 8. They start chatting and I try to engage the friend who is nice but mentions she is going to her boyfriend's apartment and just leaves her friend. I know my cue, so I tell warder I'll catch him later and walk solo to the other club.
Get there, now it's past 5am and I'm trying to find energy to do solo game this late. Text the boys and both are in cabs with girls going home. Happy for them, sad for myself. And drunk. Still don't have the energy for solo game so get a beer and hang by the bar. Text my buddies in New York and they tell me to stop being a pussy and just get after it. That works and I start approaching. And again, all the effing girls are receptive. However for some reason at this club at this time, every girl I talked to would have a white knight come by and either claim her as her girlfriend or literally pull her away.
Get a message from Courage that his girl Tomsk'd him and left him with his cock hanging after going on a taxi voyage. I tell him to come to the club I'm at and he agrees, but has to grease the bouncer to get in it's so late. Probably 6am now. He comes in, we see two girls drinking alone by the bar. We approach, and finally we hook with no dudes in sight to annoy us. Mine speaks no English but I can speak a bit of Russian, cute blonde. Courage's brunette speaks decent English. We convince them to go to our apartment for an afterparty, how I don't exactly recall after 8 hours of drinking.
Out we go, get in a cab and my girl tells her friend I'm handsome which she tells us in English. Great sign. I'm hammered to be honest. We get home and warder has already fucked the model chick, which is awesome. We have a few drinks and Courage takes his girl to his room, so I start making out with mine. Try to get her to my room and she won't, I google translate only to lie down no sex and finally she comes. We lay down, some more makeouts but her friend comes out so we have to go back in the living room again.
Drink, touch, try to play but not exactly the ideal situation with all four of us in the living room. Finally her friend says they have to leave, so I tell her I want to just lay down with your friend for 5 minutes on my bed with the door open. She translates this to the blonde, they both agree and we go lay down. For whatever reason, the blonde is now all about it, grabbing my dick and panting for anticipated sex. I jump up close the door and lock it and we start going at it. No resistance, we start fucking and then the friend tries to open the door to no avail because thank the +1 lords I had that lock on my bedroom door. The girl I'm banging keeps yelling at her friend in Russian "5 more minutes!" We keep banging, I finish then we get dressed and leave.
Unfortunately Courage didn't get farther than some fingerbanging with the other friend. But first real night out, two of us on the board. We know Courage will join us soon.
Welcome to Disneyland
Trip one, night seven. Courage has a girl over for the night and so warder and I head out in duo mode to a club that supposedly has a great ladies' night. As we exit our taxi we get the +1 from Courage already. Upon entering, I walk up to the bar to order a drink and am attacked almost literally. A blonde girl, perhaps a 7 and likely that as I was still sober, throws her arm around me and claims me. I look around and there is a sea of drunk girls all around. She asks me where I'm from, she is hammered, and designates herself as my girl for the foreseeable future. Laughing a little and still shocked, I go with it and send her friend over to warder. She latches on hard to him as well.
My girl is now inseparable from me, ripping off my blazer, scratching my back, engaging in sloppy makeouts in front of everyone in the club. She takes me outside the bathrooms and continues this lewd but welcome practice. Time passes and about 30-45 minutes later I get a message from warder that he is already in a cab back with the friend. Fifteen minutes later he sends me a message that he is fucking in my bed, the reason why I don't know but even more curious is if he actually meant that in the present tense or not because if so, that is some talented multitasking.
Knowing her friend is already at my apartment, I push her to come home with me. She refuses and wants to go outside. I keep pushing, she is now paying some woman on the street to pet her donkey. I keep telling her to come back, she keeps refusing. Finally she hails a cab and waves me in - hell yes I think only to realize 10 seconds later she wants me to just accompany her home and then take the taxi myself alone back to my apartment. Nice try devushka. I tell the cabbie to pull over and I jump out and go back into the club.
I just spent over an hour with this girl I thought was in the bag and now I'm back to square one, a feeling I hate. Get a beer and peruse the scene. Kind of over it kind of not. I don't feel like approaching yet so I send the donkey video (yes I took video) to my buddies in NY who tell me to stop texting them and go for 20 straight rejections. That motivates me so I start approaching. 0/1. 0/2. 0/3. 0/4. 0/5. And then the sixth one hooked. Cute blonde I waved to at the bar, waved back. Started chatting she is into me. Fast forward a few or many minutes and we are making out. She asks me to watch her drink and she will be back in 5 minutes...
I wait for her there because it's the best lead I have, but no sign of her. 5 minutes pass, 10 minutes pass, now 15 minutes. I give up pissed off at myself for letting her out of my sight and walk away and go take a piss, and when I return she is there with her brunette friend. I don't remember what I said, but I convince them to come back to our apartment. Once there, it's a madhouse as warder is in his room with the girl he brought back, Courage and his girl are walking around which was fun to see that introduction, and now these two girls and me. The brunette goes and sleeps on the couch and I take my blonde to the room. After some long resistance she says "I want you" and we bang raw. Twice. Cute girl, 20 but looks 18 and tons of fun. She became my sort of booty call/mini gf on the first trip, leading to such fun as almost getting arrested for smoking weed with her at my apartment another night.
The Oligarch and the Spaniard
Trip two now, same place as the ladies' night from the first trip. The week prior went there with Courage and pulled again from this venue, though nothing to write home about. Back there again. We start approaching and hooking pretty well, and Courage is chatting up some girl who keeps asking me about Obama. I don't want to salt his game so I go outside for a cigarette, since interestingly enough in between my two trips this venue now banned smoking inside. Get outside and see a cute girl smoking by herself so I open with the standard lighter opener. She responds
"What's your name?"
"Slubu, and yours?"
"Hi Slubu, you are very attractive."
"Well you are cute too X"
Go inside and she invites me to where she is sitting with her group of friends. Sit down with them, which includes one beyond drunk girl, one very hot girl, and hot girl's brother. I text Courage to come take the hot girl and eventually he comes and starts chatting her up. My girl and I start making out and things are going incredibly well. She is a Western groupie, telling me how attractive she finds American guys but that Australians are the hottest. She just travels and surfs for most of her life.
Courage gets up with the hot girl and they go somewhere, and my girl whispers to me that she is an Oligarch's daughter. So I ask her about herself and she responds that she is also well off, owning 5 flats in Moscow and a house in Odessa. From what I learned later, I would tend to believe her over not believing her. So we are going at it, chatting, kissing and her drunk friends needs to be put in a cab. She asks if I want to come with her or stay here, and knowing that you never leave your target I walk down with her and they put her drunk friend in the cab. The hot girl was feeling tired and wanted to go home too with her brother, but at the last second she gets a second wave of energy and comes back in with my girl.
I get Courage to come back but he says she is not feeling him. Off hot girl wanders and starts making out with a Spanish guy, so there goes that for Courage. One minute later, she walks up to my girl, and tells her she is going home with the guy. Great news for me, not so good for Courage. 15 minutes later I convince my girl to come home with me and she agrees. We go outside and the cockblock lords were still awake as she runs into her friend with the Spanish guy and now claims we all have to go together. She asks to come to my place and I say it's not possible for a variety of reasons. She then offers her flat in Moscow City and I'm just waiting there as the girls go off on each other in Russian discussing something. The Spaniard looks over to me and goes "thank god, someone who speaks English." We both smile and wait to see if we are going to get the Joaquin Phoenix thumbs up or thumbs down...
Finally, my girl says ok let's go to your place and just us. Get in, go back and we go at it right away. She is a sex fiend and we bang repeatedly and pass out. She was kind of arrogant though and definitely not part of the sweetheart club that Moscow houses. I end up seeing her again at the same venue the very next week and almost go home with her again. But after making plans at 6am for a 9am rendezvous outside the 3rd ring of Moscow, I decide sleep is the wiser choice. Turns out I would never see her again.
The Walk of Fame
Saturday night and we are trying a new place for 2015, as I've been here before a few times during my 2013 trip. More of a bar than a club, with outside areas abounding. We enter and it's quiet at first but starts to pick up faster and faster. By 1:30a.m. the place is just going nuts, and the girls are very friendly. And by this I mean we cannot get rejected. Courage hooks a blonde girl and her friend is on her phone, so I walk around looking for a girl I like. I see this cute, almost tartar looking girl standing with her arms crossed so I approach her and ask her if she speaks English...
G: Yes I do. (Looks away)
Me: Are you from Moscow?
G: Yes (Looks away again)
Me: You seem bored and not friendly.
G: Maybe (Not looking at me)
I turn to walk away and she goes..
G: Where are you from?
Me: New York
G: No you are not.
Me:
Ok then, where am I a from?
G: You are from Moscow.
Me:
I am not from Moscow, do you not believe me?
G: No. You are from Moscow.
Eventually I offer my ID and she wants to see it, she does and transforms from an ice queen to the nicest and happiest girl in the bar, apologizing profusely and now being overtly interested in me. Her friend, seated next to her and equally as cute, starts taking interest now too and butting into our conversation. I'm speaking to both of them now, each interrupting the other to speak to me. Felt good, I'm not going to lie. I still want my Tartar looking girl and she is submissive to her friend, so I keep having to bring her back into the conversation. Finally she asks for my number in an obvious means to trump her friend, and we exchange and I leave with Courage who had come to get me to meet another girl.
Go meet the other girl, no English but get her number anyway while using my basic Russian to make her laugh like a hyena. We walk around and Courage hooks a 6ft Lisa Lobe look-alike so I attend to her fire red haired friend with braces, and she hooks too which seems to be the theme of the night. We spend about an hour with these girls, I get a half-makeout from my redhead and they part to go home. So we resume our walking around, hitting on girls here and there. I run into one of the tinder girls I went out with that I like a lot, the one who is also a virgin I confirmed with my finger, but she is so drunk she runs away to go dance.
It's now 5am or so and Courage opens two girls and pulls me over. At first I wasn't too into my girl, but she was very into me and so I went with it. Within a minute she nailed my background and story, which was a bit impressive and startling. As she shares some of my background she became instantly connected. We start drinking with these girls and mine goes and pounds two B52 shots by herself, then walks over to me and we start making out. She goes for my crotch so I know she is down to bang, and we convince them to come to our apartment for an after party. However....
They want to
walk all the way there, which is about an hour walk. Refuse to get into a cab. On the way there, Courage saves his girl's number in his phone as ___ Rapunzel given her long hair. Of course, this sparks some memory within her and she starts to actually cry with joy at how Courage called her Rapunzel. After 30 minutes on this walk we erroneously stop at a cafe and the girls disappear for about 20 minutes. We are worried we are going to lose them, but they eventually come back out and agree to finally take a damn cab the rest of the way.
We get to our apartment and I go with my girl to my room, she is on the rag to which I reply I could care less, and we do our business and pass out. Find out in the morning that Courage banged his girl too after a few hours of resistance. When we wake up in the morning, my girl asks me if I am hungry and then goes and makes me an omelette with whatever ingredients we had in our fridge...
and brings it to me in bed. Sometimes I really love Russia.
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The girls hang out for a bit and then leave, Courage and I smile at each other at completing another double bang, the third of the trip. Saw this girl a few more times before I left as I just loved her body and she was the only girl that consistently gave me BJs.
As it turns out, I ended up banging the Tartar girl and the redhead later providing for a very fruitful night after it was all said and done. We went back to that bar a few more times but were not able to duplicate our success from that first trip.
Conclusion:
To be honest, I had an amazing time. Going out with both gents the first trip and winging with Courage again on the second trip for an extended time like last year in Budapest was extremely fun and rewarding. At times our apartment was like a brothel with girls rotating in and out within minutes of each other. And it's the only place in the world I've been, along with Ukraine, where girls consistently tell me I'm attractive.
That said, I think I'm ready to try a new place. I didn't have the glowing feeling I had from my previous Moscow trip in 2013. I would see all these 8s and 9s everywhere and kept having to settle for less than that, despite trying hard. To be fair, warder did bang a legit 8 on our first trip, and he's also mentioned in the other thread that if he had stayed longer he thinks he would have a harem of many girls in that range. Perhaps he would. But I thought the same exact thing and that's why I came back for a month.
But I wasn't able to reach that goal. And if I'm not able to attain this quality here - at least with my current level of Russian and fact that I don't live there, then why am I here? That's my souring point, and what I haven't figured out yet. The girls I would come back for are flaky as hell and I haven't gotten anywhere with them. The girls that would be ready to see me again while sweet are not anything unique, as I can find 7s and 7.5s everywhere.
I keep thinking back to 2013 and wondering what allowed me to get that quality. Perhaps it was just blind luck. Perhaps it that my Russian was stronger because of studying it daily and having just spent 2.5 months in the FSU prior to Moscow. I don't know. I'll probably never know. But this was the first time I have ever - since discovering game combined with travel - felt ready to return home.
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Interestingly, I would tell girls I am from NY and the ones that made me show my ID didn't even notice/comment that it was from CA. 
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