The Magical World of BDSM. Andrey Ganesha

      One day, Vika’s mother came from Baku, and Vika decided to introduce me. By coincidence, the meeting took place in the same cafe as our first meeting with Vika. Vika came slightly drunk to our meeting with her mother, accompanied by a friend called Natasha. Natasha’s surname was pretty notorious – Svoboda (Russian for “freedom”). Just like Vika, Natasha was under the slight influence. In order to avoid becoming bored communicating with drunken girls, I bought a seven hundred gram bottle of vodka. As there were no snacks to speak of, I quickly reached Vika’s and Natasha’s state of drunkenness, and communication began to flow easily and not without a share of romance between me and Natasha. There was a spark between our eyes, and for me, it was a fresh, invigorating experience. Vicka is eighteen years younger than me, and we grew up in different cultural environments and even in different countries. Although I did love Vika, we did not communicate well, and I was afraid to stress Vika with complicated conversations, so we were slowly degrading in each other’s company. It’s hard not to when you only seek pleasures in life. Natasha, on the other hand, was five years older than me, and we both were representatives of the last Soviet generation, who grew up and formed during the Soviet era. It seemed to me that Natasha and I somehow understood each other at once. She used to live in Smolensk and I, too, spent a part of my childhood there, and my father still lives there.