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Gents,
I have been extracting vital info from this forum for about a year now, with the occasional rare contribution.

Many of the stories and adventures I discovered here were inspiring to say the least. It is time for me to show my gratitude and share an adventure of my own.

Got an opportunity to visit a friend in Tula, south of Moscow (500.000 souls). I hate gigantic cities so it fits. Dude's awesome. Survived a heart transplant, bangs like a madman and still drinks and smoke. He is from the Caucasus, grew up in France and speaks fluently Russian, French and English.

Going there 10 days, to see what Russia looks like, hot girls will be part of it. Always have been intrigued by the place. Hopefully will be weird, brutal but beautiful. Will both hit night game and day game hard. Russian flag has been captured about 7 times but never disappoints.

About me:

Some of you might know me for what I write on ROK

http://www.returnofkings.com/author/jbpoqueliche

Early 30.s. Just under 6.2ft, around 200 pds. Blond haired, green eyed. Nordic/Slavic features. I lift.

Advanced Intermediate Level in Russian.

Have pipelined on Tinder (hate it but let's see) and have two solid prospects. One of the goals is to bang a Eurasian girl if I find any there. Datasheet will be written too.

Flight's tomorrow. Keep you posted

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On Russian soil. Near missed as i got smashed the night before. Did not want to but it happened.

Arrived in the plane in panic and smelling like a barrel. Landed and the custom officer (a woman) started joking with me, on how I should shave my beard and keep a goatie. Not going to happen.

Bought a sim card. The pretty 20 year old brunette was giggling all the time while selling it to me. Her eyes lit up when I spoke French.

Took her number for my return. I ll have a day to stay in Moscow on the way back.

In the marshrutka for Tula. Half full of student girls. The rest are mouzhiks with 1930's caps.

Post: #3

Best of luck on your trip. I look forward to your report. I met a girl in Moscow from Tula. She was smoking hot. Your Russian ability there will be a major advantage along with having a Russian wing.

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(10-01-2016 09:04 AM)JBPoqueliche Wrote:  In the marshrutka for Tula. Half full of student girls. The rest are mouzhiks with 1930's caps.

^It would make a great opener, the perfect first line of a book, Jack-London style.

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Day 1

Rocked up in Tula. Knackered after the hangover and the 3 hour trip. Late at night and out of battery on my phone to call my ride. Saw a police shack with Russian cops smoking outside. Joke with them a bit, they allow me to use the plug in their office to get some juice.

My mate's crazy uncle rocks up in the last 4x4. Handbrake does not work. Doesn't need that shit as he drives like a madman and burns three red lights. .

Some khinkalis (georgian dumplings), ironed a shirt the off the Пряник (Prianik) the top notch club there. Great crowd. Never seen high heels as high as those. The talent is through the roof. Constantly around six 9's on the dance floor.

Guys just stand with their hands in their pockets, all hunched and drunk. Competition is quite low. No man approaches, almost. Only the Armenians attack a bit but with not much success.

It is definitely a place where one night stands happen rarely. You must talk and talk. And bang through social circles I imagine. Let's see if the Ukrainian rules of "3 dates for a bang" apply here.

Great cold vodka around 120 RUB the shot (~2USD). Noticed that aggressive game (body language + grab their hand kind of approach) does not work AT ALL. Did marvels for me in Poland and Bulgaria but ineffective here. Tried to rock up and dance with the girls by getting close. Went seven times, shot down seven times. They looked at me like I just fell from Mars.

They are very worried about their reputation in that close microcosm. Similar but
harder environment than in Ukraine. Russians suspicious of foreigners and Armenians (which were quite numerous) tried to cockblock me while I was talking to the girls. Told them to fuck off, it worked.

Adapted my game and went better. 100% Eastern game, light touching and talking in the smoking area. Met a few girls. No solid lead. Then opened a tall blonde by telling her to take a photo for me. Tall blue dress, 26, banging body. And smiling ALL THE TIME.

girl in question

   

Foreigner factor goes great. Kept talking. Loves the idea of a Frenchman. Her body angle was towards me all the time. Some touching. Positive response. Her drunk, loud male friends were gigantic cocklblocks and dragged her when they left. Got the contact. Meeting her tomorrow.

Finished the night drinking shots with a Dagestani ex-con that had all his front teeth kicked in and replaced by gold ones. My friend pulled a hail mary on a blond 7. Brought her along to the flat. Tried to bring ehr in the room while I was being a good wingman and making myself discrete.

She left when he tried to kiss her as she says "I can't kiss you until I am in love". He'll try to reinitiate contact.

View of the suburbs by day:

   

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Day 2

Met up with the Tinder blonde that keeps messaging me. Love the fact that they answer their fucking phone in the next three minutes you write to them. Unheard off in the West.

   

She came dressed to the nines. Lovely high black heels, ass hugging jeans and lace top. Went to a coffee spot near mine. She refused to drink but we had tea. Lovely girl. Never travelled in her life, curious about the world. Knows how to cook. Quite traditional in her views.

Lightly touched during the date. Soon hold the hand and pass my arm around her neck. She loves it. Brought her out for a walk, selling the idea of going to mine (50 meters) away to "charge my phone".

She categorically refused to follow me upstairs. Used all the tricks in the book, she would not buldge. Proposed her to walk more. Walked hand on arm, she showed me the monument of Tula, the heroic city.

   

She had to leave. Kissed her in the street. People were passing she got shy, pulled her behind a tree for a heavy make out. She tastes like fruit.

Leaves and tells me to call. It was fun. Probs will charge on for next date, trying to bring her upstairs again.

Went to a soviet style indoor market. Had some Armenian smoked cheese strings (awesome) and bought beer in plastic bottle. Russia is not Russia without beer in a 3 liter bottle.

   

Set up a double date with my wingman

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(10-01-2016 09:20 AM)Dantes Wrote:  Best of luck on your trip. I look forward to your report. I met a girl in Moscow from Tula. She was smoking hot. Your Russian ability there will be a major advantage along with having a Russian wing.

Thanks man. My russian is not too bad but they speak very fast here, with a lot of slang. For the moment, the talent, does not disapoint.

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^ Hey man, I'm in Kiev and following your adventures closely. Shit is dirt cheap here and beautiful women everywhere. Wish you luck, and have a blast!!

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Cheers my dude. Remember: night life sucks balls in Kiev (if you must: UBK). Hit day game hard. All the best

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Day 3

Woke up late by lack of sleep. Went for a run to see the neighbourhood and the outskirts. Run down communist towers everywhere, fucked up curbs. But still girls weave between the potholes in high heels.

   

The concentration of dudes inn the street in adidas in tracksuit pants and others passed out in the grass is incredible.

   

Blue dress from the club flaked. Apologised and postponed it to tomorrow.

Visited the center in the late afternoon. Amazing talent, did a few approaches as teh sun was coming down but a ton of them were married. Many of them just 19 year olds. Bad news for my cock but excellent ones for a future long-term stay.

Discovered that my mate's relative is basically the driver that gives rides around for the local high end prostitutes. Hence all the smoked windows in the 4X4. In the country were the women are some of the most beautiful in the world, those escorts must be the cream of the crop. Interesting flock

I see everywhere mothers with a young child, that kept a perfect shape, long hair a skirt and carry the brat around in high heels, while the husband (usually a Vassia in a pair of jeans that are too short and a jean jacket) rocks up and has no idea of the luck he has, compared to the rest of Western men.

   

The Jaguar. An alcoholic (8%) energised drink, illegal in Europe. Basically to get the kids wankered into oblivion during garage parties.

Found my day game spot for tomorrow. "Gostini dvor", a shopping gallery with 4 floors and its surroundings. Crazy talent and loads of IOIs. Will hit it tomorrow.

Meanwhile both Jesus and Lenin watch over the square.

   

   

Post: #11

Pics add so much to trip reports. Great thread regardless though. Plz keep going and takes to Going Strong for pointing it out

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@JBPoqueliche, great thread though i'm a bit jealous to be honest. I would give up my left nut to be 6-2' and have a solid Russian wingman to sarge with

Post: #13

Fun to read so far.

Post: #14

Great thread and updates so far - looking forward to continue reading these.

Post: #15

Just found this thread....

Top notch job JB..! Looking forward to the rest of the trip.

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Interesting posts so far, keep it up!

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Day 3

Spent an amazing evening with a Georgian family that we knew. The way they treat guests really astounds me. All they have, they share.

The son of the family, 12, always asks dumb questions ("But, in France, do you have watermelons?") and his punishment everytime he asks one is to do a few push ups. After drinking half a liter of чача (chacha, 60% homemade fruit alcohol), we started doing a contest of who could ask the stupidest question to show off and do one-armed or diamond push-ups

The house was quite isolated so after showing me his collection of weapons and cognac, the host brought us in the backyard to shoot a few pistol rounds in the air. Top notch hospitality.

Woke up stiff as a doornail. Fucking chacha, I want to die. The water does not help at all. Visited the local Kreml (fortress), impressive stuff. Saw some little sluts (around 17) doing a photo shoot in high heels and suggestive poses. Opened and took the number. The man that could stay a month + here would be the king.

The church inside the fortress

   

Tinder blonde pissed off to another region for the next three weeks for work. That's one prospect gone.

Played football with some kids from the neighbourhood. Made us sweat the alcohol and the headache is gone.

Organised a double date with my the blue dress and a friend of hers for my mate. Told mine to wear the highest heels she has in the wardrobe. She did not disapoint.

Goes well from the start, she is happy to see me. We spent a very pleasant date around some pizza. They are both very thin, ate a slice of pizza and said they were full. Not once did they check their phone during the evening.

Tried to kiss her using my line in the restaurant while the others went for a smoke. Gives me the cheek while a bit shy, she said that she won't do it as people are watching.

We walk a bit afterwards all together. I try to kiss her again. She calls me a "sly fox" for trying again while giggling and kissing me just enough to keep things going. They left as they both had to woke up early the next day. Their nature is very sweet, miles away from the bitter snark that can be encountered in the West

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Day 4

Got some rest, worked out a bit, ate an omelette then headed out for some day game. Quickly, a few problems became obvious:

The streets are very long and quite empty. Tula remains a very sleepy town during the week. No social circles, very hard to meet girls.

Went around the two main axes, Prospect Lenina and Ulica Sovietskaya. Almost all the girls are in pairs, with their boyfriend/ husband or their mother. A nightmare for someone that hates opening double sets.

Decided to head back and hunt around the gallery "Gostini Dvor". It was late afternoon and the talent was very scarce except a few sexy waitresses and shop clerks.

One thing to remember: Your Russian must be good. As a test I approached 4-5 times using a "Do you speak English/ You look like you speak English line" (in russian). Everytime, they shot me down immediately.

Tried to flirt with a young shopkeeper that sold me water and smiled a lot hearing my funny accent in Russian. Married.

after some more approaches, got two prospects after 2 direct openers, telling them that I found their style elegant. A Kazakh girl with a sweet smile and dark eyes and a law student with grey knee high boots.

For the ones wanting to try gaming in the Russian 2/3rd tier cities, i would say this:

- Plan a month+. I can already see that less than 3 weeks to meet girls starting from scratch will be hard.
- Tinder/Badoo/Happn : Not gonna Happn (That's for Moscow/Saint Petersburg)
- City is big in surface which make streets look empty
- The weekend is when it happens. Night game in the week is not an option
- I would get an apartment within a stone throw of the main club next time. Let my friend organise the lodging this time, mistake

Met my blue dress again. It seems a lot of meeting in ashort time but I do not have time. Took her around for a walk, sat on bench in a park during the evening. The wind got cold and refusing to come at mine for "tea and pictures", we stayed in her car, joking around.

Went for the make out again. She made me work for it, telling me that she won't be fooled by my "sly fox" ways. Used my gypsy tricks and managed to make out for a while. Bit of breast play. She pushed me away gently, invoking the work she had to do the next day. Said goodbye as I felt it won't go any further and avoiding being needy.

Made her roll her window pretending that I was a Russian cop, asking her for her documents and registration in perfect Russian (watching mafia films helps). She laughed, ate my face and left.

Took my friend to a hail mary dive bar after that. Was the last chance. It was empty, with some Vassias dancing aroung in tracksuits like zombies.

There were three pretty girls sipping wine alone. I opened them and the answer was Positive. Met this little brunette lawyer, sweet and very curious about Europe. Danced but nothing dirty. I did not see anyone dancing with body contact during that trip. Incredible to see the guys completely busted and the girls all dressed like they are off to a wedding.

My friend met a blonde with a kid and freshly divorced. Lucky bastard. We took the girls' numbers as the last fat ugly broads in flat shoes were trying to fish the remaining drunks on the dance floor. Like a scene from Roosh's deepest nightmares.

A Tadjik friend of my mate's uncle drove us back for free (Uncle said hi but could not do it himself, 4X4 was full of whores).

Great guy, that Tadjik. Never heard someone that could compose 80% of his sentence with "blyad" (fuck/whore) and "khui" (cock) and still make sense.

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(10-03-2016 07:13 PM)TripleG Wrote:  @JBPoqueliche, great thread though i'm a bit jealous to be honest. I would give up my left nut to be 6-2' and have a solid Russian wingman to sarge with

That guy's is a life saver. Not into game but always laid back and knows where it's at.

Post: #20

Amazing thread JB!
Did the busted guys wearing Adidas track and suit at any time appeared defensive or showed any animosity towards you as a stylish western guy opening, talking and dancing or walking hand in hand with the beautiful Ruskies both in the clubs/bars and on the streets?

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Sounds like a good place for the conversational russian speaker looking to settle down somewhere in Russia long term, maybe snag citizenship by marrying a young hottie. Knowing you personally you are naturally a very aggressive dude when it comes to gaming chicks, so seeing you exercising restraint when you only have 3 weeks there must be killing you on the inside

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@Vacancier Permanent. Cheers man. Some of them would be, but they might be more likely to cockblock by trying to talk to you and pretend to be interested. My big advantage is that I really can pass as Russian. So if I don't speak too much, the guys don't notice it.

@NewMeta Yep that really makes me change my whole game. Weird perspective

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Had a quick but good street workout. We used the Soviet style iron bars in the kid's park next to our building with some Russian rap to get us going. This song became a household name instantly.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s7CAa52juNE

Went to the weapons Museum of Tula. I recommend it to everyone. Absolutely awesome.

With the number of gold plated guns and legions of sabers of all sizes and shapes, it's a warrior's wet dream. They also have excellent hologram presentations and a few items that you can put your hands on. Awesome pictures guaranteed

                   

That thing really shows you the connection between men and weapons. It's in our DNA. Those knobs with their gun control can get stuffed. A man that sees a gun and does not want to shoot it out of curiosity has a problem.

Had some bomb home made food, probably had the tastiest watermelon in my whole life. 18 kilograms.

   

Then headed for the center. It was thursday but everything was empty or closed.

It was good that the cool tadjik dude drove us around to find a place to go out. We went from closed place to closed place. Finally came back to the dive bar. He did not charge us a sent and waited for us the whole we were checking places out. It was a bit more full but the girls were mainly ham planets and dudes with man purses and adidas tracksuits again.

Grabbed a beer as fatigue and bitterness were building. After a beer and 2 rejections, a group of 3 girls came in. 2 grenades and a lovely blonde girl with a petite body, hair down to her ass, high black heels and a nice skirt.

Finished my beer and opened her as they were drinking vodka at their table, the response was excellent.

She had this fox tattoo on her wrist. Asked her about it and told me that she made it because she is a "sly fox" (the fox seems to be the symbol of this raid). Told her that she was no match as I was myself a cunning tiger. Simple but it made her laugh.

My wingman did a killer job occupying the two ugly ones. Props to him for that.

There were excellent signs when I was speaking to her. 22 years old, told me to sit down next to her. Then repeated a few times that she was single. When she walked to show me stuff, she always checked if I was walking next to her.

Isolated her in the street. Brought my face inches to her when we went out to get some fresh air. Kissed her without a problem.

Touching her arse, I felt panties and not a g-string, which is extremely strange for Russian girls. The rest of the evening would show me why.

Danced quite close. She liked it. Kept on isolating regularly, using some heavy make out. The wingman was tired so pissed off and I stayed with the group. Not seeing their level of party, I ordered 8 shots. Got us in a nice mood.

We went out of the club, after seeling the idea to mine to go for a walk. Being a bit tipsy, I proposed, like an idiot, to all the girls to come to my place. They accepted and we sung Cossack songs and danced around the traffic lights on the way.

Down my building, the two uglies smiled, thanked me for the evening and left me with mine. Brought her upstairs. She took a shower and went to bed after she asked for a t-shirt. Kept progressing but she always kept my hand away after she told that she had "feminine inconvenience".

Big pad under the panties obviously. Told her that i did not give a shit and that there were towels. 5 mins of LMR then she undressed and I smashed her. 15 minutes in, in the dark, I slipped out then rammed it back in. Straight in the bum, no prep, full force. Cries of pain, body paralysed. Meh, just cuddled 20 seconds then kept banging her normally.

She yelled like she was possessed, yelling "Oi, moj francuz, moj francuz. Love me!", "Je t'aime". Took my sweet time then came on her face. Rested a bit with her purring on my chest. Banged her twice after that, with her swallowing everything.

She kept asking me after I busted a nut if I enjoyed it. You bet I did. In the night she told me "Thank you for the pleasure you gave me". U is much welcome, no worries. Took loads of digital memories too. Happy days.

Can't put nudes as forum rules are forum rules. I will just put something innocent instead:

   

Pushed the french shit to the max, as I was in a good mood, being empty. Made a small omelette in the morning and brought it in the bed. I saw only a few times the eyes of a girl in love. The eyes she gave me were like this. Told me that never in her life, a man brought her breakie in bed.

I sound like an old fag and never, ever did that shit. But Russia just gave me one of her daughters, so I could make a small effort. Was hungry anyway.


She left in the morning. That bang gave me a hell of an afterglow. Knowing that I least I would not come back empty handed.

+1, gentlemen.

Post: #24

White sheets of the bed are covered by blood. EVERYWHERE. Shitness. There goes the deposit.

Post: #25

That's one of he best travelogue and raid story I've read so far.

Keep it up, those moments are magical and become part of you forever.