The Ukraine Thread III
06-26-2016, 10:37 AM
Rocha was alone in Club Bolero in Kharkov, around 4 am, had lost a nice blondie who was part of a duo, because two stylish and younger locals showed up and had more arguments to entertain them than me.
Still, the fight was not over and I noticed this chick alone in the party bar, she seemed game, after some talk we are already kissing. Too easy for Ukraine, where my thoughts, but anyway, she seemed a bit crazy, so let me go with the flow.
She wanted to leave, I sugested home, she counterposed with Panorama lounge, for me it was OK, a non scamm place, right in the center, nearby where I lived, I still had energy to go for many hours and in the end bang her like a maniako.
As we leave, she changes her mind and tells me to go with her to a place on the other side of the road, that old "50 let VLKSM"... I wrongfully agreed...
Karaoke place, not the most beautiful place in Kharkov indeed, in the middle of Saltovka neighbourhood I should not have expected better, but Bolero is just on the other side of the road, so no issues where my thoughts. She knows a lot of people inside, asks me if I want sushi, I say hell no, meanwhile kissed a little more, and even sang some spanish song. Whats my surprise when some minutes later I see arriving at the bar counter where we are seated a big set of sushi, I told her I do not want any of that, and she was a fool for ordering it. We have a discussion, and she eats, I do not touch the food. I go to toillette with the idea of saying goodbye and leave at my return, I do it, she tells me that I have to pay for the Sushi, because "men pay".
As I am arguing with her, 3 or 4 big guys surround me, they just stand there, did not threatened me phisically, but still, decided to swallow my pride, pay the fucking 500 grvn (maybe 30€ at that time rate) and leave the place. Quite turbulent times back then (Slavyansk battle was running some 170km far), and I did not want to disappear in Ukraine for a mere 30€... Did not returned to Kharkov since then.
Been thinking about going there lately, with my improved russian skills.
But lesson learned, less talk, more action.
In FSU you fuck or get fucked...