Day 7
Forgot to drink water before going to bed and I woke up with a hangover from the 7th circle of hell.
Dressed up and went for a walk, trying to freshen up the mind.
I am still angry from the previous night's fiasco. Get in touch with my wing and we have a small walk.
We talk from one man to another, with no bullshit. I explain how leaving me with that village cunt was not cool. He understands, tell me he will kick him out of the appartment for tonight and say he will make it up to me. We shake hands. That's it.
Lunch and delicious, strong coffee at the uncle's joint. He is really an authority. Former wrestler, with a belly like an air balloon and a heart even bigger. His wife is pretty, friendly and half is age. She cooks like a chef.
We take the 4X4 then head for the countryside to visit Leo Tolstoi's house in Yasnaya Polyana.
The old man must have felt great here. The city life was turning him mad and he decided to leave, stay in the wild and farm the land, renouncing his money and copyright royalties.
I can understand him on that. I hate the metropolis. People are weak. The city is an evil force that sucks people in and weakens them.
The long walk around the estate gave me some new energy.
I passed by the mausoleum of Leo, stayed with the old man for a bit then walked on.
On the way back, we took some pics near the monuments of the Heroes of the Great Patriotic War on Tula's Square.
I was in touch with my blonde and she was keen to meet up. She worked as a waitress in a local karaoke restaurant so she invited us over. We had a great time, eating smoked herring and some awesome russian pickles.
People all around were having a good time and merrily drinking vodka. We sang some french songs and the girls from the next table came to chat a bit and compliment us. They were nicely dressed but were not extremely pretty.
We went out for a smoke. Two guys came out, drunk as hell. Shortly followed by two other drunk guys yelling and hurling insults at them, one with a vodka bottle in hand. I was calm and just stabilised my body on my two feet, ready if one entered my space.
The two last guys started throwing punches very clumsily with the whole body weight and striking with the sides of their clenched fist. The two first guys just curled in standing balls and hardly fought back.
One was knocked to the floor and got kicked a bit. Mainly the ribs, nothing crazy. The second backed off while the two last guys threatened him with a bottle, still yelling and following him towards an adjacent street.
None of my business. We finished our cigarettes then went in. A few minutes later, we saw the two first guys with barely a scratch, drunkenly getting a report from the cops that were passing by.
I was somehow glad than none of them got stabbed by a broken bottle or laid somewhere in a pool of blood.
From what I heard, the argument started from one of them jumping the queue at the cloak room. The cops were basically telling them "Lads, you are smashed. They are far away now. You lost, go sleep it off".
Sang one more Joe Dassin song. The couples of the room started slow dancing to our rythm. An old dude with a beaming smile shook our hand and thanked us a lot for singing this classic from his youth.
My girl finished her shift and told me she would get changed and come back.
She took a taxi and came an hour and a half later, dressed like she was going to the club. Nice white skirt, high black boots, she really looked good.
We came back, had a bottle of wine then banged like animals. Fucked her even harder. Now the blood was on every square inch of the sheets. I felt relaxed and got some well needed sleep.
She left the next morning and I spent an hour cleaning the blood stains wit hot water and baking soda.