I flew to St. Petersburg for a three-day logistics conference—the usual routine for a mid-level manager: presentations, coffee breaks, and the constant exchange of business cards. The hotel was decent, right in the center, overlooking the Neva. On the very first evening after the official part, I went down to the hotel bar—my feet were buzzing from my heels, just wanting to relax with a martini. He was already sitting behind the counter—Dmitry, one of our key clients. We'd been corresponding for months about work, but had only seen each other in person a couple of times at group meetings. Tall, confident, about forty-five, with an expensive suit and a wedding ring he wore all the time, even here. Next to him was a young woman, about twenty-five, in a formal but form-fitting dress. Alina, his assistant. I'd only known her by email: always crisp letters, perfect spreadsheets. In person, she was even more beautiful—long legs, a neat bust, shoulder-length blond hair, and those e... continue reading

Her confident gait, long, slender legs in black stilettos, and stunning C-cup breasts, swaying beneath her thin white blouse, instantly captured the attention of every man in the Domodedovo Airport waiting room. And most importantly, this goddess was walking straight toward me. I felt envious glances piercing my back: Nikolai, the project's chief engineer, and suddenly such a beauty was flying with him on a business trip to Kaliningrad. When I was told I was flying to Kaliningrad to secure approvals for a new residential complex with Anastasia, our company's marketing director, I nearly jumped. She was 29 years old, unmarried, but every guy in the office had been drooling over her for a year, dreaming of seeing her naked just once. They said she was a former model, but she was a brainwasher better than any analyst. For me, it was like winning the lottery: two weeks in Kaliningrad with her alone. Anastasia came up, smiled dazzlingly and extended her hand: — Hi, Kolya. Ready f... continue reading

Lisa looked thoughtfully out the window: “Well, what should I do, this is not the first time, in the end, do I have my own pride or not? I can’t leave it like that!”

We were talking about my husband’s recent business trip with his colleagues to St. Petersburg. Her beloved returned from just a three-day trip, and soon she felt something was wrong - when urinating, there was an unpleasant sensation, a slight burning sensation and itching in an intimate place. The doctor's diagnosis after humiliating tests was also disappointing - a para-venereal disease. Yes, she took a course of terrible antibiotics, so we can say that now everything is behind her, but a residue of bitterness still torments her: to exchange her for some corrupt whore - how dare he? And this is after promises that something like this will never happen again. Six months ago, he had already brought gardnerellosis to her, but then before that she had been on advanced training courses in Saratov for two months and therefor... continue reading

I think that in the life of every man there have been situations when thoughts and attention, clearly collected and concentrated on one seemingly important subject, shatter into dust at the sight of a beautiful woman who makes you change the course of thoughts and even actions. Suddenly, in an instant, the world turns upside down and spins in a completely different direction. I will talk about what happened to me on my first trip to Paris.

I, frankly, am an ambitious young man, not only dreaming, but also striving to make a career. Work in an economic journal, although it was profitable and even sometimes interesting, did not give me the opportunity to fly my imagination, to use my abilities, but it was well paid and it suited me. The editor-in-chief was pleased with me and I went to the presentation in Paris, and not one of the senior and experienced employees. "You'll love the city and the Parisians will drive you crazy," he told me as he left.

Did I think about the girls, such a... continue reading