An ascetic always works according to his conscience, although not his own.
The reader probably has a fair question: do the authors really intend to continue to describe the life of professional swindlers? It turns out that from under their electronic pen came yet another forgotten crime novel. Who is it main character? Some kind of extortionist or scammer? A golden boy, a fashionable DJ or a super-macho seducer who never stops wanting women? A glamorous daughter of rich parents, a sexy private detective or an office worker on Cayenne on credit? People talk about these characters of modern times, empathize with them, and strive to become them. Perhaps we will reassure someone, but, on the contrary, we will disappoint someone. Our hero does not have enough stars in the sky, he has just graduated from college with honors and is frantically trying to find at least some work in his specialty - journalism. A fashionable profession, you say. That's right, but our hero was almost the only one in the entire course who diligently studied the humanities, while his “golden” friends hung out in clubs that he was afraid to approach. He lived his entire life with his parents in a dilapidated five-story building in one of the residential areas of Moscow - Dalniye Likhobozakh. And unlike most of his fellow students, who had been working in leading print media for a long time, he was unable to even get a job in a wall newspaper - this was due to his lack of ability to get over his head and the ability to crawl through any crevice. In addition, our hero is pathologically honest, hardworking, and inclined to analyze his actions. In general, by the standards modern society he is a classic excellent student-loser: he doesn’t go to discos; doesn't know what coke is; He doesn't even have a girlfriend. But what are we all saying for him?
- Finally, change this damn melody on your alarm clock! I'll start dreaming about her soon!
- Well, maaam, this is “The Teechers”! You just don't understand anything about rock music! Listen to how beautifully the vocal part intertwines with the guitar waves!
– More like reading some kind of mantras, and sectarian ones at that!
– And Oleg believes that Teechers have a great future and over time they will become the most successful rock band in history. It’s better not to ruin my mood before the interview, because if the job works out, I’ll receive twenty-five thousand monthly!
Mom's face took on a thoughtful look.
- Oh, son, well, you chose your profession... If you had listened to your father and me, you would have gone to law...
“I’ve heard many times already that it’s time to earn your own piece of bread!”
- Bread and butter! – Father came into the kitchen with the morning newspaper. “You’re upsetting us son, oh, how you’re upsetting us.”
I knew how this conversation would end. If my old people are not stopped in time, they will lament and reason in the subjunctive mood all day. I would call them a “Soviet” couple, an average unit of society: the father worked at a factory all his life, the mother at school, both were over fifty. But that's not the main thing. My parents, to put it more precisely, are correct. Correct in a good way. Slowly moving along the standard life line, they have almost overcome all the key stages: birth, graduation from school, admission and successful completion of college, getting a job, marriage, birth and parenting, retirement, raising grandchildren, death. Stage " parenting” (that is, me) was singled out because there were problems with it. Everything would be fine, but I was caught too wayward. On the one hand, I could be called an exemplary and even exemplary child; I honestly followed all orders and lived according to the advice received from adults and from serious books. But on the other hand, I always wanted something more, something unusual, that’s why I got involved with journalism, damn it. Bearing in mind the struggles with which I was able to convince my parents that I should enroll in this specialty, now, after graduating from college, I simply had to find a job! Anything, as long as it’s related to what I’ve been studying for the last five years. And unlike my mom and dad, I didn’t lose confidence in the positive outcome of the employment campaign; moreover, Lately There are reasons for cautious optimism - as many as three interviews are planned for this week!
I had to try my hand at an advertising agency, a municipal newspaper and some kind of creative bureau. Having done everything possible to look presentable, I was surprised to find in the mirror a young man beaten by life and noticeably tired of sharp turns. An old jacket in which my father took care of my mother, Czechoslovakian (there is no such country anymore!) trousers brought by my uncle from a business trip, suede boots that have seen wear and tear. And the look with which something had to be done—desperate and joyless. I was like Bob Dylan, if you're familiar with his work. Well, what was there to be happy about? He lived poorly in a cramped apartment on the outskirts of the city. My room resembled an archive room: lecture notebooks were stacked neatly on the desktop; an old cabinet covering the wall is filled with works of classics; There is complete order everywhere. A perfectly made bed, a faded Indian rug on the floor, a weak computer and a dart board on the door. The owners of such shelters do not evoke respect or sympathy from the employer; they are hired out of despair and compassion.
“Pay the bills and put money on the phone for me, your mother and yourself,” my father interrupted my thoughts, holding out the cash, “and next week you’ll have to fork out for cable TV!” It’s time for you, son, to get on your feet and start helping us.
My father’s words hurt me greatly; I understood that to some extent I was becoming a burden to my parents. They seriously expected that after so many years of excellent studies, their son would turn from a botanist into a respectable businessman who could easily make the dreams of his family members come true. Moreover, these dreams were not prohibitive: mom wanted a mink coat, and dad, even less, wanted to go to football in England. However, the process of becoming a successful person was delayed, I could not even afford a T-shirt, and the only opportunity to watch the magicians of the leather ball was in the yard. This state of affairs urgently needed to be changed. As I walked down the stairs, I thought about the day when I would have a car, a good suit, and maybe even a loved one, and most importantly, loving girl. If you are familiar with neuro-linguistic programming, then you know that in order to achieve success, it is recommended to imagine the end result - visualize what you want. It’s funny, of course, to imagine a sports car in the concrete jungle of Far Likhoboz. In the directories, my area appears as a residential area, but I consider it very busy. Yes, there are no metro, hypermarkets or entertainment centers here, but there is life - real, without cuts or embellishments. And this conviction of mine was immediately confirmed. Passing tram stop, I noticed three healthy conductors kicking a tipsy peasant hare, who apparently decided to balk. You won't see anything like this in the center!
The most convenient place to put money on your phone is in a nearby store - they have installed a new Avocado machine that accepts payments. Having quickly put one hundred rubles into the bill acceptor and getting ready to run to the interview, I saw a message on the screen that greatly puzzled me. “Dear client, you are invited to play red or black for the deposited amount. If you win, it will double and two hundred rubles will be credited to your account. You can refuse by selecting the appropriate menu item, but yesterday a pensioner from Moscow, Vera Ilyinichna, raised one and a half thousand rubles from one hundred. We are sure that you will be lucky today.” Automatically reaching for the “refuse” button, I suddenly thought, why not play once? Just think, I’ll lose a hundred rubles, but I can win two hundred! I overcame myself and chose black. “Congratulations, you've won! You have two hundred rubles in your account.” Rejoiced that at least once in my life I was lucky, and about to run away, I read the following: “You need to play while you’re lucky, don’t miss your chance, and four hundred rubles will be transferred to your account.” Look for other fools, but I know when to stop! Although on the other hand... Having chosen black again, I can’t believe my eyes: “Congratulations, you won again! You have four hundred rubles in your account. But only the weak stop halfway. Play again and the eight hundred rubles are yours!” Eight hundred rubles on the phone! I don’t remember this kind of money since the increased scholarship! After sweating a little, I bet on red. Oh, miracle! “You won, you have eight hundred rubles in your account. The last step remains for you, repeat the success of Vera Ilyinichna from Moscow and win one and a half thousand rubles. Good luck!" With a trembling hand, I again bet on black, although my whole being tells me that this is where I need to stop. This is true. “Don’t be upset, even if you were unlucky today, you can always make it up next time. We are waiting for you with money at our Avocado machines. Your account still has zero. Sincerely, Chairman of the Society of Defrauded Investors Yuliy Pavridi.”
Our hero did not know that the idea was to combine slot machines, which the government was trying with all its might to ban, with devices for paying for communication services came to the mind of one of the newly admitted members of the Ascetics of Russia party, the chairman of the Society of Deceived Depositors, Yuliy Pavridi. The innovation (which has become fashionable, but we will omit the meaningless prefix “in” in a good sense) was aimed at replenishing the funds of the party treasury. The new program “Loch Always Pays” brought the ascetic treasury about one hundred thousand rubles a month.
Let us dwell in more detail on the activities of Julius and his Society. It is no secret to anyone how many of our fellow citizens have suffered from financial pyramids that offered to get rich for free. This is understandable - under socialism it was impossible to get rich, even if you devoted all your energy to building a bright, but, as it turned out, not your future. And with the advent of democracy, this kind of swindlers appeared like mushrooms after rain. The new economic model assumed that good earnings and hard work are mutually exclusive, and it is better to give your savings to competent financial specialists. Then, without straining, reap the well-deserved benefits. Of course, the population really liked this. The result of the unfolding campaign was the flow of millions of rubles down the drain, directed in a strictly defined direction, and the emergence in the country of a special category of citizens - deceived investors who do not stop suing, going on television, wailing, threatening, but do not lose hope of returning the lost money.
The Society of Defrauded Investors was created precisely to help these unfortunate people. Chairman Yuliy Pavridi is a serious expert in matters of deception, who at one time barely escaped with his feet. The activities of his organization were approximately as follows. It is clear that it is impossible to return such huge amounts of money in a short period of time. Therefore, while the Society is making titanic efforts to return the missing millions, the defrauded investors are supplied with shares with Pavridi’s portrait for the lost amount. Immediately after funds are discovered, shares can be exchanged for real banknotes. But since an incredible amount of income is expected, anyone can purchase shares of the Company with their own money and then receive millions with good interest. The party of ascetics will act as a guarantor. But we digress.
The creative bureau was a small room in a dilapidated basement. An A4 sheet of paper with the not-so-creative name “Creative Bureau: Bureau” was taped to the door. In the foyer, or rather in a certain dressing room, a dozen poor fellows, just as offended by life as I, were crowded together. It was clear on their faces that they were ready to work anywhere and for as long as they wanted. I was prepared to wait, but to my surprise, the interviews lasted no more than five minutes, and everyone leaving the office was literally glowing with happiness. This was somewhat alarming.
- Okay, what's your name, buddy? – the bureau manager smiled welcomingly.
The middle-aged man looked good and even expensive, which somehow did not fit with the desolation of the basement office.
– I indicated all the data in the application form.
- That's right, that's right. It’s just that these are the times now, many people don’t write the truth. On dating sites you can call yourself whatever you want. Something similar with a resume. Who will look at Olesya’s profile if Jessica is nearby? And in general, I prefer not to go deep into these paper-table caves; you can just stay in them. I advocate live communication. What level of earnings do you expect?
– What will be my responsibilities?
In the advertisement that I came across on the Internet, nothing was said about the specific type of activity of the creatives, their salary or schedule.
– We don’t serve coffee – it’s bad for your health, and I don’t offer tea either. We're not a couple of students out to make tea, are we?
- So what will I need to do?
– We can offer you earnings of up to eighty thousand monthly. “The manager got up from the table and began walking around the room. – The level of income depends on your efforts. I’ll warn you right away that it won’t be easy at first, but, as I see, you’re not the timid type, right?
– Please forgive me, but what exactly will be my responsibilities if I work for you?
– How I love persistent ones! – The employer waved his hands. - No, not even persistent, but stubborn, stubborn. Perhaps you are accepted!
This phrase, and you can imagine how long I waited for it, blinded me. Finally, something is starting to work out! But I still couldn’t believe such happiness.
“Um, you mean you’re hiring me?”
- Absolutely right, young man! Congratulations!
- Wow, so unexpected!
– Yesterday I proposed to the company’s board of directors to consider your candidacy, and personally CEO approved it. Yes, looking for diamond grains of sand in the dirt is part of my difficult job,” the manager laughed, “you can start as soon as we settle the formalities and the money arrives.”
- What money? – The smile never left my face.
– Advertising costs, you understand, a respectable company of our level must be completely confident in its recruits! Moreover, we are talking about a trifling amount of five thousand rubles. Of course, this money will be added to your first salary.
“Well, if you can’t cover for her, I’m afraid I’ll have to make a deal with my conscience and take someone else.” But I don’t want to do this, I liked you and it’s quite possible you’ll go far. But there is such a thing as the rules of the game, they are the same for everyone. It is not in my power to change or violate them. – The creative fell into his leather chair in frustration.
“Wait,” I hastened to reassure the employer, “maybe I’ll be able to come up with something.” When should you transfer money?
“Within three days,” the man beamed, “here is my business card, with a bank account on it.” As soon as the finances arrive and we understand that you can be trusted, announce yourself to your friends on the same day - you have received a prestigious job!
- Cool, what will you need to do?
– Are details really that important? A talented person is talented in everything, have you heard this topic? I already see you in the same chair. “He patted the leather upholstery with his palm. - Why not? By the way, do you have a cigarette, otherwise I left mine in the car?
Having encountered this creative much later, I learned that the account number he handed me coincided with the one to which the singer Victoria was supposed to transfer money. Only, unlike her, I never did it.
Next you will find a story about the life and work of road prostitutes working on the M1 highway. One of the priestesses of love spoke about all the intricacies of her profession, what made her do it, and, of course, about her earnings.
On one of the “long” weekends in May, roadside girls took a fancy to the M1 highway, popularly called the “Olympic”. This transit highway is part of the European route E30 and runs through Belarus from Poland to Russia. In addition to Belarusians, foreigners travel here: truck drivers, business people, tourists. And no matter which way you go from the capital along the M1, there are women standing near gas stations and cafes.
About 40 kilometers from the capital, on both sides of the road, truckers stand at two roadside cafes with large parking lots. We were ready to wait for the evening, assuming that the girls offer intimate pleasures to clients under the cover of darkness, but...
What are you talking about, they work here in the morning, without weekends! - the Russian heavy truck driver, with whom I managed to talk, laughed. - Look, there’s a girl standing on the other side of the road.
The women standing on the side of the road waiting for clients are frankly bored, so they agree to talk about themselves - just so that their faces are not shown, “so that children and acquaintances do not find out what we do.”
“I’m a drunkard, that’s why I’m standing here,” says the tipsy blonde Nadya, crunching on chips. With these words, the woman waved her hand, turned around and walked towards the parking lot. We learn from her friend that Nadya not only likes to drink, but also indulges in drugs, “and owes money to everyone in the world,” so she agrees to everything that the client offers her.
What else remains? I am from a small town, there is no work, and if there is, the salary is small, but I need to support myself and my children. I have two of them - 14 and 17 years old. Alimony for two from the ex is one and a half million. Moreover, you have to pay for the rented apartment,” says the woman who called herself Maya. - I am 39 years old, higher education, I held positions for many years, but I had to come here. If they had told me earlier that I would be involved in prostitution... Ouch.
According to Maya, she was scared to go out on the track for the first time. But, she says, she was lucky: the first two clients were decent men who paid 700 thousand rubles for an hour of work, then the work went well.
Now I go out when I need to. I take a rest break whenever I feel like it. Sometimes I take a vacation for myself. I don’t go on vacation to overseas regions; I prefer Odessa.
For a road prostitute, Maya looks good: with a manicure and pedicure, a neat haircut, and silver jewelry on her neck and arms. Only the clothes hint at the profession: a T-shirt with a deep neckline, short shorts and high-heeled shoes with a flirty bow.
Some look worse, some look better. It all depends on the woman. Those who have been working for a long time take less care of themselves. I take care of myself, my diet and nutrition, because I have the incentive and desire to work. My clients are quite wealthy people, so I have to look appropriate. Someone wants to bring with them spare clothes and several pairs of shoes - often their feet get tired, you can change your shoes to lower the heels.
Maya says that among the clients most of them are “long-distance drivers”: Belarusians, Poles, Russians, Lithuanians, and they also come across cars. And the clients' cars are different - from ancient Volkswagen Passats to new polished BMWs.
Service - in the cabin or inside the car. With the truck driver - in the parking lot, we drive off into the forest in a passenger car. If the car is “rich”, this does not mean that you will take more money from the client - on the contrary, they are clamping down and demanding a discount. Russians and Poles are very greedy, some even ask for change. And once I went with one into the forest, everything quickly ended with him, so he told me: “Well, wow, you’re earning one and a half thousand [Russian] rubles in just 2 minutes!”
Because guests from Russia came to the country for the May holidays, the girls, they say, are neither hot nor cold: there is no profit.
What’s the point of them - get out, they’re rushing past,” Maya waved after the cars with Russian license plates. - There are good truck drivers, but now it has become difficult for them to work - they must strictly report for every euro according to documents. I know, because many drivers pour out their souls to us, especially older people. They complain that it’s hard for them to work, and they pour out all their negativity on us. Have to listen.
However, despite the financial difficulties of her clients, the woman is convinced that prostitution will always exist: “As long as there are men, this work will exist.”
You know, this money is very easy,” Maya quickly switched to “you.” - Well, mentally it’s maybe a little hard, but then you get used to it. It’s very difficult to get out of here later. Firstly, a clientele is developed. If you provide good service, they ask for a phone number, and then they call, they come, they pay good money. You get used to big money. But as soon as they come, they go away.
Maya does not undertake to single out any one type or age category of men who use the services of girls.
There are different types of men, from 20 to 50 years old. Of course, there are older ones, but this is rare. There are clients with interesting deviations or special desires. In general, you can earn a lot if you really work around the clock. I'll tell you that I usually make 20 million a month. They pay in Russian rubles, dollars, and euros, but they don’t need hryvnias,” the woman laughs. “Now I have enough income, but if I worked at a factory, I would have money - just rent an apartment and pay utilities, there would be a million and a half left for everything else.” It is impossible to live for that kind of money. But I don’t invite anyone to the track: this kind of work is out of despair.
The cost of services of all road prostitutes is approximately the same: for oral sex - from 15 to 20 dollars, traditional - from 25 to 50 dollars.
Of course, prices are very flexible, we can give you a discount. For example, if the client immediately wants the complex. Some people prefer anal sex - about the same cost as regular sex, although, looking at a particular person, I can charge a little.
While we are talking, cars periodically slow down nearby - drivers are interested in the cost of services. Maya bends over so that the man can look into the deep neckline and voices the prices: “350 thousand - oral, 500 - sex.”
Why so expensive? Let's go 200! - the driver bargains. Maya does not agree and the car leaves.
I won't work for 200 thousand. Maybe when there is no money, I will agree, but now I’m not broke.
Maya assures that she always uses a condom during sex, even oral.
“Here, I carry a condom and lubricant for anal sex with me,” the woman demonstrates the contents of a small handbag. - There are clients who don’t want a condom, but I don’t deal with them. I also try not to get into a car if there are more than two people there, you never know.
A truck driver client approaches the woman from the parking lot. Two minutes of negotiations - and Maya disappears for an hour in the cab of a tractor with Russian license plates. His colleague, temporarily expelled from the car, lingers near the truck.
“Don’t look at me, I don’t use the services,” the man became embarrassed. - I don’t condemn the fact that the girls’ colleagues film them. A man's mentality is like this - nature demands its way. But women need to earn money. The girls work everywhere - both in Russia and in Europe. And even from different countries they appearance They are no different from each other, even ours can be prettier and more cultured in some places.
At this time, new girls appeared on the sidelines. One looks bright: long hair with a reddish tint, a black low-cut dress and ballet shoes.
It is easier to stand in such shoes than in heels. My legs are getting tired. I’ve been here for a long time, I went on the track for the first time when I was 22 years old. And now I’m 36, but I look younger,” the woman smiles with dark, ruined teeth. - I’m divorced from my husband, I’m a heroine mother with six children. The eldest is 14 years old, the youngest will be three. For small benefits I receive 2,400,000. Is this money? I need at least 400 thousand a day. In general, I have my own house, they gave it to me as a family with many children. I was doing some renovations, but I also really needed money. I have no relatives, my mother was deprived of parental rights, and then she died.
The woman says it’s difficult to work on the road: “The police constantly raid the roads, even dragging them out of cars in the forest.”
Drivers actively react to the prostitute’s bright appearance, so after ten minutes she leaves with another client.
“I’ll go home already, I’ve worked, I’ve already called a taxi,” says her friend. - Well, yes, we always take a taxi to and from the highway. Taxi drivers charge 160 thousand one way. Actually, I've been working here for a long time. Many have been standing here for several years. After all, some have loans and children. Why should we chew the window sills? We know why men come to us: their wives are lazy and have headaches. One of my clients once said: “My wife’s eyebrows didn’t hurt in a month.”
After a while, Maya appears on the road with lipstick smeared on her face.
That’s it, I’ve worked it out,” says the woman, chewing gum and at the same time picking her teeth with a toothpick. - Hard work, sometimes thankless. Sometimes you can do so much in a day... No matter how good a condom is, there is still friction. If you work with several clients, everything hurts.
Some motorists passing us honked and waved. Maya smiles in response and blows kisses.
When there are no women in the car, the men greet us. And if women are driving, they are ready to turn their heads out of the cars, looking at us - as if we were somehow special. And look (this is for us) - if a Volkswagen Touareg appears, we will run away with you. The “morality police” ride on it. And you’re standing next to me, so you’ll be noticed too. Although you don’t look like a prostitute and your mood is not like that - people from afar feel it, you see: how much we cost - no one stops. You won't be able to work with this approach.
Already evening. Maya takes out a long Velcro flicker from a small purse and attaches it to this very purse.
Have you heard the joke that Belarusian prostitutes can be distinguished from others by their mandatory flicker? Wow, no joke. Otherwise it will get dark now, and I won’t be visible, and the traffic police might fine me. Now I’ll work and go home, Nadya will be left here alone, drunk, and they’ll take her...
marischaroThe original was taken from novayagazeta in the Brothel, in a word...About 30 thousand prostitutes work in Moscow alone, the “points of debauchery” are well known, but for some reason they cannot be closed.
Our correspondent visited the “points of debauchery” and found out how much Moscow prostitutes are worth these days and how they feel about the crisis. For example, the pimps from Yaroslavskoe Highway turned out to be “patriots,” just like the “night butterflies” from Leningradka, who are already in full swing preparing for war with America. Along the way, our reporter was invited to visit the special toilet with the girls at Lubyanka.
MKAD and Yaroslavskoe highway
I start my journey from the Moscow Ring Road. On the clock - 23.15, outside - -6. The road was poured with some kind of liquid, and the wipers only smeared the accumulated dirt on the glass.
And here are the first copies: at the exit from Putilkovskoye Highway there are three dancing prostitutes. The fourth “butterfly” simultaneously sells the “left” antifreeze liquid. I slow down:
How much do s*** and “anti-freeze” cost these days?
- “Anti-freeze” - one hundred and fifty each. Sex in the back seat costs one and a half thousand, and if you go to your home – two thousand per hour.
Who's protecting you?
We are on our own...
I make a circle along the Moscow Ring Road and drive onto the Yaroslavskoye Highway: at the turn to the village of Druzhba, in a yellow construction jacket, there is a lady of about forty (in the language of pimps, “float” or “beacon”):
Where are the girls?
“Go straight ahead,” the “float” mutters.
Since the beginning of the 90s, in Mytishchi alone there were about 30 points with prostitutes: some were protected by the prosecutor's office, others by local police, and others by soldiers of the Sofrinsky special forces brigade of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Apparently, almost nothing has changed now. True, due to the reconstruction of the Yaroslavl highway, only four points will fit, and the “night butterflies” cannot wait for the construction to be completed.
And here are the girls: at the sight of the client, they quickly jumped out of three Zhiguli cars with Yaroslavl license plates and lined up:
How much are the services? - I ask “mommy”.
A night with our girl - from nine thousand...
What were the prices before the crisis? - I’m interested.
Exactly the same! The management ordered not to raise prices...
Interestingly, every day Colonel Petr Zorov, Deputy Head of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Main Directorate of the Ministry of Internal Affairs for the Moscow Region, goes to work and returns home via this route. Previously, Mr. Zorov headed the department for combating prostitution at the Internal Affairs Directorate of the Central Administrative District of Moscow. Rumor has it that when they see his foreign car, mothers supposedly come to attention and salute.
Ten kilometers later I notice a traffic police car and an ambulance - a preventive special operation “Drunk Driver” is being carried out. Not far away, near the village of Koshcheikovo, on the side of the road, two prostitutes are hunkered down and conducting their “special operation.”
Are you working?
“We went for a walk,” one answers with frozen lips.
Why are there so few of you?
Four girls were taken to Sergiev Posad for some anniversary and one to Alexandrov...
What about your prices?
We make a deal, but only the two of us travel...
Koshcheikovo is located in the Pushkinsky district. In May last year, Renat Khalilov was appointed head of the Pushkin police. Mr. Khalilov comes from the internal security department of the Central Administrative District Internal Affairs Directorate. In 2010, a loud scandal broke out at the Internal Affairs Directorate with special officers extorting money from illegal migrants: then the entire department was dispersed, but Khalilov held on.
Capital
In Moscow, approximately 30 thousand prostitutes of both sexes and one and a half thousand intimate establishments work professionally, usually disguised as all kinds of saunas with relaxation rooms and salons erotic massage. Most of the “centers of debauchery” are located in the Central Administrative District, Northern Administrative District and Western Administrative District. 70% of the staff are visitors from Ukraine, Belarus and Moldova, the rest of the girls have Russian passports. Muscovites are extremely rare and mostly occupy senior positions as cashiers, dispatchers and administrators.
Special toilet
The Internet is simply teeming with advertisements of a sexual nature. Moreover, on some streets in the center of Moscow there are as many as three brothels. As an experiment, I called seventeen salons, and they all offered girls for every taste. I especially remember the conversation with a girl who suggested “plunging into the delights of extreme c*** and feeling like a homeless person.” It turns out that somewhere in a basement not far from Bolshaya Lubyanka there is a special toilet with prostitutes working around the clock (several photos were sent).
In May last year, MUR employees busted an entire network of elite brothels in Moscow. According to investigators, the rector of the Institute of Personnel Training for the Petrochemical and Oil Refining Industry, Igor Latynin (a former employee of the GRU), was in charge of intimate salons under the guise of Eledoz LLC, and corrupt policemen covered up his activities. Former police officer Latynin lived in a luxurious mansion in Aprelevka and drove expensive Mercedes with license plates 007 and 009.
Igor Latynin
According to the materials of the criminal case, Latynin’s group included doctors, cooks, drivers, security guards, advertising managers and numerous service personnel. For example, according to investigators, the accounting department was headed by a graduate of the Tashkent Military School, Eduard T., and the general management of the brothels was carried out by a former employee of the Rostov GUFSIN, Vadim Sh.
Under the former head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Rashid Nurgaliev, criminal cases were opened twice against employees of Eledoz LLC, but, apparently, bribes were used, and the brothels continued to function as if nothing had happened.
The story of Muscovite Irina K., who worked for the rector for a long time in the intimate sauna on the street, is very indicative. Malysheva. In 2007, an investigator from the Tekstilshchiki police department opened criminal case No. 196711 against Irina and was going to deprive her of maternity. However, not without the help of a high-ranking client, the criminal case was closed, and the pimp’s career took off sharply: she received a diploma from the Institute of Tourism and Hospitality and now heads the department for working with government agencies in a large IT company.
Leningradka
From the Moscow Ring Road I go to Dmitrovskoye Highway. Before Iksha, there was only one lady of easy virtue: a native of Cheboksary, Valentina, modestly stood by the side of the road near the village of Kapustino. In the language of truck drivers, such women are called “shoulder women” and among prostitutes they occupy the lowest level. According to Valya, she has been wandering around the country for more than five years. For example, this New Year she met a truck driver from Rostov in the cab, Christmas - in some dirty hostel near Voronezh. Yesterday she was standing on the M-4 federal highway, not far from Yelets, and she was sheltered by a driver from Lipetsk, who paid for her love with two sandwiches and an open bottle of some kind of “palenka”.
So he dropped me off and left. Where is Moscow? - the “shoulder-head” breathed in fumes.
On Leningradka, near the village of Chernaya Gryaz, I was immediately greeted by five spots with girls. Plus there were several more along the roadsides, guarded by cars with Moscow license plates.
And how much? - I turn to the “float”.
In the car - seven thousand, night - from a tag...
Gosha!
What, don’t you watch TV? Soon the war with the Americans will begin...
The rest of the mothers also complained either about the rise in price of the dollar, or about the sharp decline in clients, and some - about the exorbitant appetites of their roof. By the way, a real war has already begun among the local pimps, and two characters allegedly had their heads broken. It's all about the opening of a parallel toll highway Moscow-St. Petersburg - there are too many people willing to develop the new territory.
All these outrages are happening in the Solnechnogorsk region. The local police are headed by Lieutenant Colonel Denis Avershin.
Bear
Perepechino
He ended his journey near the village of Perepechino, where on November 2, two militants from the LPR - Denis Konstantinov, Denis Zhukov and a native of the Moscow region, Mikhail Konstantinov (a sniper in the LPR, call sign "Bear") shot the Solnechnogorsk State Traffic Safety Inspectorate inspectors Denis Dubovsky and Andrey Efanov.
According to investigators, having drunk plenty of vodka in the village of Arkhangelskoye, the drunken trio went to Leningradka in a car to pick up prostitutes. However, the suspicious car attracted the attention of traffic police inspectors. With the help of a video recorder installed in the traffic police car, it was possible to restore a preliminary picture of the crime: “Bear” offered the inspectors a bribe, and when they refused, he shot them in cold blood with a Stechkin submachine gun (a total of 20 bullets were fired). Konstantinov and Zhukov were detained, and the sniper with a full bag of ammunition went on the run.
“Novaya” found out some points in the biography of the alleged killer: “Bear” worked in a very dubious company, the founder of which is listed as an offshore company from Cyprus. In the capital region, the sniper was caught driving while heavily intoxicated six times, twice for illegally installed beacons, and was deprived of his driver’s license three times. And in 2001, not far from his house in Arkhangelsk, employees of the Organized Crime Control Department discovered a cache of weapons, but the owner of the arsenal could not be identified.
It remains to add that 145 pimps are on the federal wanted list. The native woman runs the longest Krasnoyarsk Territory Elena Temerova: in 2001 on Presnensky Val she organized a brothel with African women, where she was detained. After leaving the temporary detention center, the pimp waved her hand and disappeared. By the way, Temerova was detained by the above-mentioned Colonel Pyotr Zorov.
Sergey Kanev
Crime reporter
Tags: Where, on the Yaroslavl highway, are the girls standing?
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Jan. 17th, 2011
zotozet I stood like this today on the side of the road on the Yaroslavl highway. I stood and thought. In general, I realized that in my blog the topic of women's pickup trucks is covered quite well, but there is nothing about men's pickup trucks. I was very upset, so, having reached home 14 hours later on foot from the Yaroslavl highway, the first thing I did was sit down to write this little post.Men! Read, memorize. Write it down. Here. Now I will tell you how to get a girl into bed on the first date. I have a lot of experience, so everything has been tested on myself. Learn, kittens.
1. Make an appointment, say, at six o’clock in the evening (in principle, it’s also possible in the morning, but you probably have mom and dad at home in the morning, so you won’t be able to bring a girl to the house). The stump is clear, we must be late. Let him wait. In a pickup truck this is called sag. The girl will bend under you. In a figurative sense. But it will bend!
2. You still have to come at half past six. But when you arrive, there is no need to apologize for being late. You shouldn't bend under it. Because you are a man. You can also come to the trash drunk. Because you are a man. A real man should always be drunk. Man.
3. She will ask: “Little little bunny, where are we going?”, to which you must answer sternly, because you are a man: “Fuck, well... Fuck. In short. Well. This. Fuck. There, in short, it will be very ok "You'll see. Fuck, why the hell should I even report to you?" After such a smooth translation of the topic, the girl will see you as a man. Moreover, intrigue appears!
4. But we still need to take her somewhere. Surely you only have a hundred rubles in your pocket for the round-trip bus, so you should get on and ride the bus. You can joke about the fact that this is your personal limousine. This is a funny joke. Girls like men with a sense of humor.
5. The bus you took must go past your house. That is, you must get off exactly at that stop and go straight to your house. She will ask: “Kitten, why are we walking through the forest at seven in the evening?” To which you, like a real man, should sternly answer: “Fuck... Well... Uh... Fuck. make excuses for you?" Again, intrigue! And you again showed yourself to be a true man.
6. Unnoticed, bring her to your house and take her into your apartment. Most likely, she will resist, but this is only a test of her resilience. Thus, she only wants to increase her worth and make herself look like a hard-to-get person in order to seduce.
7. After you knock out her teeth in a fight (it was just self-defense, because why the hell did she rock the boat?!), you just take her and fuck her. If she doesn’t get up after that or stops breathing, then remove the bag from her head and everything will be ok.
Be a man, fuck women
Forget about love, be for a healthy pickup!
on Yarik (NEAD) Prostitutes on Yaroslavskoe highway
Right next to the red light district on Yaroslavskoye Highway: lol: dachnik09 ... As I understand it, are they sitting in apartments or standing on the street?
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