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# COLD CALLING

## TOM TORERO





To my Dad, Z.A.R \(1932-2014\).

Forever Má Vlast\!





**Copyright Tom Torero 2017**

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be copied or republished in print or electronically without the author's express permission.

Contact tom@tomtorero.com





### CONTENTS

1. 
PREFACE

2. 
INTRODUCTION

3. 
CHAPTER 1 FSU GIRL CHARACTERISTICS

4. 
CHAPTER 2 LOGISTICS

5. 
CHAPTER 3 RUSSIA

6. 
CHAPTER 4 UKRAINE

7. 
CHAPTER 5 BELARUS

8. 
CHAPTER 6 MOLDOVA

9. 
CHAPTER 7 BALTICS

10. 
CHAPTER 8 CZECH REPUBLIC / POLAND

11. 
CHAPTER 9 FSU GIRLS ABROAD

12. 
EPILOGUE

13. 
APPENDIX

	1. 
FUNDAMENTALS

	2. 
FSU STACKS & STORIES





*“From Russia with Love \(and Hate\)”*

I’ve spent a large part of the last five years travelling the world to seduce women. Not online, on Tinder, or in bars and clubs, but by approaching them directly during the day \(“daygame”\) and taking them on a date. With below average looks and a below average bank balance, I’ve learnt how to sleep with hot girls as the outlaw lover rather than the stable boyfriend. The cad rather than the dad. This skill set I term “Street Hustling”.

My travels have taken me to over fifty countries, from Japan to South Africa, Sweden to Colombia. I’ve run my Street Hustle toolkit around the world and discovered the type of girls I really like, and the places where I can find them.

Again and again I return to Mother Russia and the other Former Soviet Union \(FSU\) countries. I consider these Slavic girls to be the hottest in the world. Unfortunately the ex-Communist countries where they live are some of the bleakest places to travel to on the planet.

Thus, my love-hate relationship with the FSU. Paradoxical places where the girls dazzle but the conditions are depressing. In order to successfully seduce these icy girls, you have to learn to find warmth in these places and enjoy the “cold calling” daygame approaching. A hot 21 year old Russian girl with you under the duvet certainly keeps the sub-zero conditions outside at bay.

This, my third book, aims to unravel the complex contradictions of daygaming in Mother Russia and her satellite countries. My first two books \(*Daygame* and *Torero Travels*\) mainly concentrated on the seduction victories, but in this book I’ll lay bare the harsh reality of FSU daygame in between the successful stories. I’ll also give detailed logistical guides to the countries so you can save time on your own FSU adventures if you choose to tackle the ice queens too.

Za Zdrarovye\!

Tom Torero, Poland, March 2017





My first encounter with Mother Russia was as a child at my Primary School in South Wales. Around the age of six or seven I remember an assembly where a Russian lady who had moved locally had brought in her accordion and sang some Russian songs. She was middle aged, typically plump with a strange perm half covered by a colourful headscarf. I was mesmerised by the melancholic sound of the instrument and the intensity of her singing.

For story time, my teachers at that school would often take the class to a 'video room' where we’d watch cassette tapes of fairy stories. My favourites were always the stop-motion animations of traditional Russian and Eastern European tales. Snowy forests, dangerous wolves, brave princes and beautiful maidens; these stories had a much darker edge to them than the more sanitised western stories we saw and heard. Again I sensed the melancholy and wild intensity. The contradictions of the beautiful snow against the blood-soaked wolf’s fangs. It was unsettling but immediately made an impression on me.

My father was an emigre from the former Czechoslovakia, fleeing Prague in 1969 from the brutal Soviet invasion. While his sister ended up in the USA, my father found himself in industrial Sheffield in the north of England, working as an orthopaedic surgeon and meeting my mother in the hospital there.

Despite escaping from his homeland occupied by Russians, my father was never anti-Russian, only anti-Soviet. Most of his friends and girlfriends in Prague had been emigre Russian intellectuals. One was the godson of the Russian writer Nabokov, another a relative of the Belarusian painter Chagall. His Russian was excellent, and his sister worked as a journalist for a Czechoslovak magazine who often visited Moscow.

Growing up, my father would introduce my sister and I to not only Czech fairy stories \(our favourites always being the darker, scarier ones involving the water goblin Vodnik\) but also to other Slavic tales. He was also an excellent pianist and would play us the Russian Romantic greats – Tchaikovsky, Rachmaninov, Rimsky Korsakov, filling the house with Slavic soul.

These early seeds wouldn’t bear fruit until over ten years later when I was finishing secondary school. The Velvet Revolution in Prague that had liberated the country and the subsequent fall of the Soviet Union in 1991 meant that my father could take the family back to Prague to see where he’d spent his youth. Our first visit was in 1995, and we’d go back subsequently every other year for a week each summer.

When I’d graduated school, my father decided to take me on a Russian adventure to Moscow and St Petersburg in the summer of 1998. He’d never been before and wanted to experience the nation that had held a grip on him for good and for bad. Just him and me – my first real adventure abroad outside of Europe.

It had only been a few years since the end of Communism and I remember being shocked by the bleak poverty we encountered. This was not a normal family camping holiday to Spain. Stern, drab passport control greeted us in Moscow, a KGB-like official shining a light into our face as we stepped up to the bleak booth. A rusty Lada taxi took us from the airport to our hotel; the driver tying down the boot of the car with rope.

We were staying in the infamous \(now demolished\) “Hotel Rossiya” yards from the Kremlin and Red Square. A Titanic Soviet relic, it had been the largest hotel in the world. The Kremlin had used it to “host and monitor” foreigners during Soviet times, with rooms and phones previously bugged.

It was a fitting introduction to Russia and the FSU. The promised “cinema / swimming pool & night club” were non-existent, just propaganda pictures in the description. A stern plump lady served as a “spy” for each floor, sitting next to the elevator and making notes of comings and goings. Breakfast in the vast but drab dining room consisted of a boiled egg and a sausage. On the way back to our room one day we found a young couple sitting in a stairwell, distraught and in tears at not being able to find their room in the labyrinth of corridors.

During the night the telephone in our room would keep ringing. My dad ignored it the first few times, but when he eventually answered he realised it was reception asking if we wanted prostitutes sent up to us. He declined.

Moscow in 1998 was poor – the country still crawling on its knees into the light after Gorbachev’s “Perestroika” transformation. Children begged in the underground tunnels around Red Square, holding out single shoes or pencils for sale. Everywhere we had to be escorted on official “tours” so they could avert our eyes from the brutal truths of the real country. Much like for an unsuspecting rich American on a “Russian Brides” dating site, it was all a front, a sham, to cover up the reality of the FSU.

We toured the Kremlin, visited the Music Conservatoire and also took a night sleeper train to St Petersburg for a few days. Still poor, the city felt more European than Moscow with its grand architecture, Hermitage paintings and wide Parisian-like boulevards. I was only 18 at the time – still a shy, introverted, spotty virgin who’d only ever kissed one girl \(it would be another 10 years before I learnt pickup\). I vaguely remember the Russian girls being hot, but a stronger memory is of my father taking pictures of the beautiful girls looking at the paintings in the galleries, rather than the paintings themselves. Only now I know why.

Even back then I realised that there seemed to be two faces to one country. Broken, depressed and poor, but a sleeping nation of golden domes, grand palaces and an infinitely rich culture. I both loved the trip and hated the trip, without being able to explain why.





### Orthodoxy

My next exposure to Russia would be when I was finishing university at Oxford, four years later. I’d found my first girlfriend, fallen in love and we’d rashly decided to get married. We were naive and idealistic. Because she was my 'first love' I thought it would last forever like a Disney movie and that I had to 'do the right thing' and marry her.

Her father was a priest in the Orthodox Church, an early denomination of the Christian faith practiced widely in Greece, Russia and other Slavic countries. He was English, but had converted to Orthodoxy some years back and had even built a small Russian chapel in his gardens full of icons, candles and incense. I’d started going with my wife-to-be to the local Orthodox church in Oxford, which was half Greek, half Russian, as I had to be 'chrismated' \(similar to being “confirmed”\) into the church in order to marry her.

I’d fled all things religious in my teens when I’d studied Evolutionary Biology at university under Richard Dawkins, but because of my infatuation with the girl and my desire to marry her at any cost to 'keep her,' I kept going to the church with her. Despite my atheism I was still mesmerised by the 'mysticism' wrapped up in the services. Semi-darkness, flickering candles, polyphonic chanting in ancient Slavonic, bells, icons appearing through clouds of incense. This wasn’t the stern Sunday School religion of my upbringing. This was something again, dark and almost dangerous.

At the same time \(again inspired by my wife-to-be\) I began reading her collection of the Russian greats: Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, Pushkin; I ate them up. My fiancée \(a music student at Oxford\) also introduced me to the strange, melancholic, mystical composers like John Tavener and Arvo Part which had that same underlying emotion to them. I’d watch Yuri Norstein’s famous stop-motion animation “*Tale Of Tales*” over and over to try to understand it.

Back then I didn’t know how to label this emotion. Only later during my FSU daygame adventures I’d come across the Russian word “dushá” meaning “Russian Soul”, which writers like Dostoevsky tried to define and capture. He translates it by saying “the most basic, most rudimentary spiritual need of the Russian people is the need for suffering, ever-present and unquenchable, everywhere and in everything.”

To understand Mother Russia and FSU daygame, you have to understand this word. It’s nothing to do with religion, but everything to do with the contradiction at the heart of these countries. The beauty and the beast. The light in the darkness. As the Russian saying goes, “*beauty demands victims*.”

Once married, my wife and I moved to the island of Crete in the Mediterranean to teach English. As I write in my first book *Daygame*, the brief marriage was as cold and stormy as the winter we found ourselves in. Within a year she’d moved back to the UK to be with her parents and I was at a loss with what to do. My Disney idealism had been shattered and I was back to square one, lonely and clueless with girls.

Around the same time, a fellow teacher from Crete was going to the male-only Orthodox monastic peninsula of Mount Athos in northern Greece for a backpacking trip, and he suggested I join him as a tonic for a broken heart. I had nothing else to do and was keen to escape Crete, so I jumped at the chance.

We took a coach from Athens to Thessaloniki, and from there a smaller rickety bus to the town of Ouranoupolis. With our Orthodox status checked and documents issued, we hopped on a small “pilgrim-only” boat to the Greek monastery Xenophontos. From there, we hiked along the rugged peninsula, soaking in the spectacular sites of the ancient cliff-hanging monasteries over the Aegean sea.

While my companion went off to a hermitage for a few days to see his “spiritual father” in the hills, I continued hiking under the shadow of Mount Athos to the Russian monastery of St Panteleimon. It was late January and rare heavy snow had blanketed the peninsula stopping all boats, cutting it off even more from the outside world. I took shelter in the monastery for three days, burning wood in an ancient stove in the dormitory to keep warm. Silence. Bells. Candles in the darkness. Cold and warmth. Once again I’d felt the Russian soul.

But what about the girls? Where are the daygame adventures and sexual escapades, I hear you cry. Unbeknown to me, that was all to come, once I’d ditched the idea of becoming a monk and hiding from the world after the need for emergency dental work \(thanks to a cracked filling\) took me back to Thessaloniki and reality.





### FSU Girls

10 years would go past, until I was 31, before I’d rediscover Russia and the FSU; not with my father or through the church this time, but because of daygame.

I’d started daygaming properly in 2010 in London \(you can read about my early days of game in my first book\), and quickly realised that the hottest girls I was stopping and trying to get out on dates were from Russia, Ukraine and Eastern Block countries. Some of these FSU countries were now in the European Union, meaning their girls could travel freely and live and work in the UK.

My first foreign daygame trip was to Vilnius in Lithuania for a few days in 2011, thanks to the longer holidays of being a UK Primary School teacher and the joys of budget airlines. This was followed by Riga in Lativa, Prague in the Czech Republic, and then finally my original wing Rami and I bit the bullet and decided to go to Moscow for a reconnaissance mission in 2012.

Arriving back in the city fourteen years later, a lot had changed since the trip with my father. At first glance, a tourist in the centre of Moscow today would assume they were in a Western capital – Starbucks, glitzy malls, clean streets, cafe culture, western facilities. Yet a mile or two beyond the centre where Rami and I stayed in an apartment \(which tourists rarely see\) lay the bleak tower blocks and Soviet mentality of days gone past. Behind the shiny facade, the harshness of the FSU remains. Daygamers will experience this if they avoid hotels and book local apartments, spending time getting to know the real side of FSU cities.

After the collapse of the FSU, Perestroika had unleashed capitalism and made some people super wealthy leaving ordinary Russians in their wake. Ben Mezrich’s excellent account of this race for money and power, *Once Upon A Time In Russia*, is an ideal read to learn more.

From 2011-2016, I’ve travelled, lived, daygamed and dated in Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, Moldova plus the Iron Curtain countries of Latvia, Lithuania, Estonia, Czech Republic, Slovakia, Poland and East Germany. I’ve spent months exploring their cities and seducing their girls, unlocking the puzzle that is the FSU contradiction. Peeling back the layers, like opening Russian dolls, I’ve experienced more and more of FSU life: the shabby apartments, the “rude” service, broken elevators , brutal emotions …but also the stunning girls. Catwalk legs, long hair, heels, skirts, dresses, fur, their high cheekbones and deep eyes. Where do I begin?

To date I’ve slept with over 60 Russian / FSU girls from daygame, and made two of them \(one Russian and one Ukrainian\) longer term open-relationship girlfriends. To get access to the hottest girls on the planet, I’ve learnt to survive in these rusting hulks of countries. There’s a sweet irony that the most beautiful girls in the world live in some of the bleakest places.

I’ve striven to unite the contradictions of these countries, to melt these stunning ice queens and find the warmth inside. I can now say I understand how these countries tick when it comes to their women. That’s what motivated me to write this book; to pass on this knowledge from thousands of approaches, hundreds of dates and dozens of successful seductions inside the FSU.





### Note to the reader:

*Cold Calling* is a mix of practical, actionable advice about taking a daygame trip to the FSU and also personal reflections on my experiences there. Lay reports are interwoven with country profiles, logistical information and also accounts of failures. As I've said many times, daygame is an activity like door-to-door sales or professional poker where there are more losses than wins. If you want to hit the jackpot then you've got to be prepared for the associated \(and expected\) blowouts, flakes and blue balls.

Remember that practical information about visas, prices, venues etc can change fast so be sure to double check this before making reservations.

This book has been written with the intermediate daygamer in mind who's already actively approaching in his city and is now thinking of a daygame trip abroad. If you've only just stumbled upon this wild world of pickup then have a look at the “Fundamentals” section of the appendix at the back. There you'll find summaries of the daygame, texting and dating model that I've published and popularised.

If you'd like to get my complete daygame & dating toolkit, get a copy of my hardback textbook *Street Hustle* which goes into a lot more detail on the theory and mechanics of pickup.





*“The hammer shatters glass but forges steel”*

Russian Proverb

Let’s get down to the nitty gritty. There are many stereotypes about Russian and FSU girls – some true, others far off the mark. In this chapter, I’ll go through ten of the most important issues you’ll face if you daygame these girls in their home countries or abroad.





### 1. They seem rude / abrupt / cold

Most people who spend time with Russians / people from FSU countries initially comment on how rude / abrupt / cold their communication can be. It is very different from talking with an Italian, an American, a Brit or a Brazilian. There’s not really any small-talk, no “forced friendliness” or shows of positivity. An interaction in a cafe when ordering may go something like this:

*Customer: Girl…*

*Waitress: What?*

*Customer: Coffee.*

*Waitress: \[shrugs, back turns and goes to get it\]*

Part of this is down to when Russian is translated to another language. Words and phrases come across as short and terse. There’s an economy of communication when dealing with day-to-day tasks. You won’t find pleasantries, it’s straight to business.

There’s no chatting about the weather, no niceties, no filler words. The tone is not upwardly inflected as with Americans or Brits, so it doesn’t sound supplicating or “polite.” Instead, words and phrases are delivered in a neutral \(or even downwards inflection\) tone, making everything sound like a command.

Facial expressions are minimal, which also gives them a stern appearance. There are no false Ronald McDonald smiles or nodding British nuances. If an FSU individual has only just met you or is conducting business with you, there will be no show of warmth or assumed familiarity.

Simple daily tasks like buying milk or ordering lunch can leave you feeling depressed. Buying a train ticket will leave you traumatised. This is one of the main reasons why daygame trips to the FSU are draining. The brutal seriousness and underlying glumness is grating if you’re used to the politeness of Britain or the chattiness of America.

However, there’s hope. Remember the contradiction that I discussed in previous pages? To get to the warm “Russian Soul” you have to melt the ice. This takes time. Girls and other FSU people don’t drop their guard easily, but when it happens, it happens dramatically. Russia and the FSU has a schizophrenic quality in that you’re either a total stranger or a beloved family member. Ice or fire.

Learning how to hold the frame and pass their many “tests” will break the girls’ icy exteriors and within you’ll find a red hot interior, like a Russian sauna. This often takes multiple dates and strong male-female polarity, as we’ll discuss soon.

That’s not to say FSU people aren’t rude. They certainly can be, especially abroad. You’ll see extremely demanding rich Russians shouting in posh London restaurants, or arguing by the pool in Miami. With “new wealth” comes arrogance and brashness. With a tough environment \(like Ukraine at war\) comes anger and sternness.

But more often than not, I have been humbled by the real kindness and warmth of Russians and FSU citizens. Once you get past the initial barriers, they can be some of the most heartfelt people on the planet.





### 2. They are sentimental / emotional / not all “good girls”

The emotional range of FSU girls is huge. Think of the normal ups and downs of any female and multiply it by ten to roller-coaster proportions. This comes back to the underlying schizophrenic contradiction of the FSU. If they’re “in love” then it can be a sickly sweet, sentimental sepia movie. If they’re angry then it’s as intense as Cold War threats.

All women blow hot and cold \(that’s encoded in their biology as a mating strategy to test frame and keep polarity\) but in certain parts of the world it’s amplified more visibly. The price you must pay for “feminine girls” is that they demand “masculine men.” Show weakness and you’ll be crushed.

These extremes of emotions can be found in Russian culture \(think of the melodrama of the Bolshoi Ballet or the anguish in Dostoevsky\) and in Russian design \(from the golden domes of the Kremlin or the kitschiness of a 'disco club' to the brutal harshness of Soviet apartment blocks\). Beauty and the beast.

What fools most western guys is the “romantic” exterior that FSU girls initially present. They’ll see pictures of them with teddy bears, roses or puppies and believe their lines about *“only sex with a man I love.”* On a FSU girl’s social media there’ll be endless pictures of candlelit dinners, holding hands on the beach and soft-focus filters like something from a cheesy wedding album.

*“Finally a good girl\!”* the hopelessly idealistic guy will cry. *“Not like the cheap girls back home\!”* Even guys in the world of pickup will go to the FSU in the hope of finding their *“special snowflake unicorn girl,”* hoping it’s a time-machine back to the 1950’s of the west.

They’re falling for the propaganda and outward social ‘branding.’ Even though Russia and the FSU might at first seem like it’s stuck in the past, this supposedly “sweet kitten” girl hides a wild tiger inside. Sure, there’s a conservative culture and religious influence. But as with anywhere, this actually leads to a *“pressure cooker effect”* where the *“good girl goes bad”* in an extreme way.

FSU girls in their late teens and early twenties love parties, love wild adventures, love bad boys with motorbikes and love showing off their beauty \(just look at the Instagram accounts of Russian girls\). Sure, she’s savvy and will be thinking about leveraging her resources for a long-term provider, but at the same time she’s living it up to the extreme.

It’s vital, therefore, that guys don’t go to the FSU with purity fantasies. Even more so than in the west, you need to have your eyes wide-open to the truths of evolutionary biology and inter-sexual dynamics. She’ll be very good at presenting a “sweet innocent angel” front to guys she’s hoping to date/marry but at the same time she’ll be sleeping with the local rough car mechanic who doesn’t take her drama. Watch the movie *“Black Swan”* to get an idea of this underlying theme, which I’ll return to a lot in this book.





### 3. They are very superstitious

Look at a FSU girl’s “Kontakt” account \(their version of Facebook\) or spend more than a few minutes on a date with her and you’ll see this cliche is true. Russians and Ukrainians, in particular, hold strong beliefs when it comes to astrology, pseudo-psychology and superstitions. All of these are remnants of the folk-religious blend that exists in these countries, surviving Soviet times and now flourishing once again.

She’ll believe in “destiny” with her love life, she’ll know all about her astrology sign meaning, she’ll read up on the meaning of her dreams. All this can be used to a player’s advantage in the form of “chick crack” material on a date. Of course you don’t need to believe in it yourself, but you can weave it into your rapport building and escalation routines.

Here are some of the more common superstitious beliefs that you’ll encounter in Russia and the FSU:

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*Before going on a long journey she sits down for a minute*

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*If she forgets something in the house she will go back and look in the mirror*

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*Sitting on the corner of a table means she won’t get married*

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*Putting her handbag on the floor means she’ll be poor*

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*Passing money from one person to another directly is unlucky*

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*An itchy nose means they’ll be drunk*

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*It’s unlucky to whistle indoors*

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*She may well not want to have sex on her period because of superstitions about blood \(although I’ve done it with some girls in the FSU\)*


There are some strange takes on scientific principles. In Russia, many believe cold drinks give you colds \(it’s hard to find cold cans of drink for sale\) yet they eat ice-cream in the middle of winter. Some beliefs and behaviours are more practical, like taking off your shoes when you enter the house to put on slippers or not sitting on your bed with outdoor clothes on.

An FSU daygamer should be aware of such beliefs but not be too bothered by them. The younger generation in Russia and Ukraine are losing their religion and traditions rapidly, as globalisation takes effect. In countries like Poland and the Czech Republic, it’s happening even faster because of connections with the European Union.

The only time it might affect your gaming is when cities go quiet for religious holidays and girls might go back to their home towns for family time. Be aware that Russian / Ukrainian dates for Easter and Christmas are different from the west because of the Orthodox adherence to the old “Julian” calendar, so check on them before you decide to book a daygame trip. Their ties to religion might also affect the speed with which you can sleep with them \(see below\).

More important is to be aware of their beliefs and culture around drinking \(the stereotypes are largely true\) and the importance of alcohol in business and relationships. Girls will get offended if you suggest they’re all vodka-guzzling alcoholics, but you have to nevertheless be ready to drink a lot if you’re going to a friend’s social gathering. Telling them you’re teetotal is as odd as saying you’re a vegan.

Alcohol \(like many things\) is very cheap in countries like Ukraine, Moldova and even Poland. Outside of upscale bars and restaurants in Moscow you’ll find cheap alcohol too. Have a small selection of wines, beers and spirits in your apartment as part of your home logistics for dating \(more about this soon\).





### 4. The girls are not easy to sleep with

The most common thing I hear about my FSU travels is that I go to these countries because *“it’s much easier to get laid.”* Guys think that all FSU girls are after *“money and a passport”* and so therefore it’s the same sex tourism as in Thailand or Cuba.

The simplest answer to this is – go and try. If you think daygame, dating and sex is easier in Moscow or Kiev than it is in Barcelona or Miami then go give it your best shot. Yes, you might get more initial interest from girls if you’re a foreigner \(as happens anywhere\) but in FSU countries \(especially Russia, Ukraine and Belarus\) you’re going to encounter many barriers to sex.

There will be many icy street interactions \(“The Russian Minute”\) with stern faces, blank expressions and little investment as you plough on to try and reach a hook point. There will be many “shit tests” to see if you’re a man or a mouse, and suspicions about why you’re in their country.

This will continue over text message and there’ll be lots of flaking, re-arranging and lateness when they do finally agree to a date. And then the real games will begin – you might have gotten the number, the date, even the kiss, but the fast sex you hope for won’t come as planned. Even when she’s on your bed, the hot-and-cold dramatics will continue \(more on holding the frame and pushing through these battles later in the book\).

Why the struggle? The sickly sweet romantic ideals that these girls are raised on affect things, as do some religious hangups. Having to struggle and hustle to survive is the reality for most FSU girls, and they also learn this from a young age when it comes to looking for a “provider” boyfriend or husband. She’ll be very pragmatic about having her fun with the bad boys in her late teens and early twenties, then switching gears to securing herself a stable guy to marry and have kids with.

It’s not uncommon for Russian and FSU girls to marry young, meaning she might make the switch from her party years to her “husband-baby” years earlier than in North America or western Europe. An upside of this is that there are many newly divorced FSU women in their late twenties who are happy to be seduced \(and faster than their early twenties counterparts\).

What fledgling daygamers travelling to the FSU for *“easy sex”* don’t realise is that it is ironically much easier to get fast lays in their home countries, thanks to feminism giving girls permission for casual, non-judegmental hook ups. An Australian, US, Canadian or British girl will fuck a guy in a nightclub toilets minutes after meeting him, having multiple partners a week if she wants it. In the FSU, there’s still societal and religious pressure that largely stops this \(even though girls might well want to do it, and in some cases do\). Don’t be fooled into thinking that makes western girls *“bad”* and FSU girls *“good.”* They have the same biology, just different social pressures.

Things are changing rapidly in the bigger cities \(because of the internet, Tinder and globalisation\) so Same Day Lays are possible in Moscow or Kiev, but they’re not yet the norm. In former Iron Curtain countries like Poland and Czech Republic, westernisation has been rapid and girls born after the fall of the Soviet Union are adopting the sexual freedoms of girls further west.

As the stories in this book will illustrate, fast sex can happen but more likely you’ll be going on a few dates. You can still be the lover and keep things casual, but she’s going to want to test your frame and male polarity first. *“Slow and steady wins the race”* is certainly true for FSU daygame. Trying to rush things and pull girls home after an hour of meeting them will burn many leads, as you’ll read about in later chapters.

So what about the stories of gold-diggers, dating site scams and girls wanting your passport? They’re all true, but they don’t apply to a daygamer. The men who get scammed by money-hungry girls who treat dating/sex as a business transaction are the naive, idealistic “romantic” guys who fall into the “provider” box. They’ll be buying girls gifts, sending them money, flying them around the world and pouring money down the drain on strip clubs and hookers.

A daygamer should be proposing something entirely different – casual, anonymous, lover-mode sex that’s under-the-radar and doesn’t involve any kind of financial gain for her. Girls are well aware of which box you’re putting yourself in, and she’ll go along with the frame you set from the offset. She fucks the player because she’s turned on by him sexually, she fucks the “sugar daddy” to get her trip to Dubai. Either you’re her lover or her gullible cash machine. But steer clear of online dating, western-style nightclubs, Tinder and the like and you won’t run in to many pro female hustlers.

Be ready for FSU daygame and dating to level up your skills. You’re going to need tight game, a strong frame and a strong mindset to succeed, but you’ll thank the girls for it.





### 5. You don’t need to speak their language

Many foreign guys fall into the trap of believing they need to speak a girl’s language to “connect” with her or somehow “impress” her. They’ll spend hours taking online courses before they travel, they’ll join language schools when they’re there \(often as avoidance to cold approaching\) and offer girls “English lessons” as “language exchange meetups.”

I hope you’ve spotted why the underlying frame there is so wrong. You’re doing all that for the girl, you’re supplicating to her and trying to impress her. You’re hoping that you can replace solid daygame skills with what I term “Snake Seduction.” It also puts you in the make-him-wait provider / husband-material box which I’ve discussed above, as girls know you don’t have the balls to say what you really want.

Certainly it’s true that in many parts of the FSU, the level of English spoken by girls \(even the ones at university or under 25\) is very poor. You’ll find some girls with enough English for a basic conversation, especially if they’ve travelled or lived abroad. But on the whole, don’t expect to be able to converse in English when you’re daygaming or doing day-to-day tasks.

In former Iron Curtain countries \(especially Poland and the Baltics\) there’s a high level of English spoken by young people, but if you’re interested in daygaming the hotter Russians, Ukrainians and Belarusians that live there, you’re going to face the same *“No speak English”* problem. So what’s the solution?

Instead of struggling with bad Russian, understand that attraction is largely non-verbal. I regularly daygame in countries where girls speak almost zero English and still get laid fine. The trick is to approach her with tiger eyes, a smirk and a slowness about you. Run the London Daygame Model in slow-motion, drawing out your words while maintaining strong eye contact and holding out your hand:


*      Tom:I… hope… you… speak… English…      Girl:No, no, zdreztch ischt vrdrazdli izdrmendva… \[goes to walk off\]      Tom:Wait wait…\[holding her hand\]… You… look… very… nice \[looking her up and down\]      Girl:\[blushing\] Sank yoo…      Tom:You… Russian… me… English… You… like a cat… me… Harry Potter     *  
It’s hard to describe exactly how it works on paper \(as it’s largely non-verbal\) but luckily there are enough videos on Youtube or my website of me doing it with many FSU girls. Notice how I’m the one controlling the frame \(the underlying direction of an interaction\). I’m making her use her broken English on me. I’m not apologising for my lack of Russian. I’m the interviewer, she’s the interviewee.

When girls say “no speak English” they often really mean “please slow down, my English is basic and I’m very embarrassed, you do the talking and I’ll calm down.” Two minutes into the conversation after you’ve done the Stacking and Vibing \(with you doing the waffling\) she’ll start to contribute and you’ll often find she understands much of what you’re saying, she’s just never needed to have an English conversation before.

Because you’ve jumped in front of her, given her the tiger eyes, smirked, held her hand, closed the distance and made some hand signals about her boots or her hair, she’ll know what you want. This puzzles beginners as they assume it’s all about what you say. End the interaction by signalling with a “drink – you… me…” motion and then just getting out your phone as normal.

She will be much more at ease over text message because she can take her time and use Google translate. It’s the same on the date. Make sure your phone or laptop is connected to wifi so you can sit next to her and do the normal Torero dating model just on a screen together. It feels like dating in slow motion, and it actually helps build the sexual tension and stop things descending into a “nice chat.” It encourages you to be physical with her and bounce home quickly, rather than sinking into comfort quicksand.

Back at your \(or her\) place, watch an English movie with Russian subtitles. Let her put on some Russian music and you can show her some of yours. Again, the lack of talking makes things super-charged and the sex often comes easier than when you’re with a very conversational British or American girl.

That said, it is a good idea to learn ten or so Russian words and phrases as well as learn the Cyrillic alphabet to ‘oil the cogs’ in social interactions and help you with day-to-day tasks. If you’ve really got a love of the language, you’d like to read Pushkin in his native tongue or you’re going to be moving for a long period to the FSU then go for it and hit the books and courses. Just don’t do it to “get girls.”
>  
> **Hello -** *Zdrahs-tvooy-tyeh*

> **My name is**…… **-** *Meen-ya-za-voot……*

> **How are you? -** *Kak-de-la?*

> **Fine -** *Ha-raa-sho*

> **Thank you -** *Spa-see-ba*

> **Goodbye -** *Da-svi-daniya*

With girls it’s far more useful to learn teasing words you can use in your Stacking and Vibing. Call her a *“babushka”* \(old lady\) or say she looks like *“Chiporashka”* \(a famous Soviet cartoon character\). Tell her she seems like a *“cosmonaut”* as she’s drifting dreamily along the pavement. Find similar spikes of your own. Learning some Russian swearwords or rude words is fun too. Make sure to pretend you don’t know what they mean, and get her to help you pronounce them.

The appendix at the back of the book has a section on more examples of stacks and stories you can use in each of the FSU countries.





### 6. They are proud but frustrated people

This is another contradiction. Russians are patriotic, proud and nationalistic, announcing openly how much they dislike and distrust the west. But at the same time they’re obsessed with the lifestyle there – technology, brands, music, movies, fashion.

Girls will tell you how anti-American they are while tapping away on their iPhones in Starbucks. They’ll say how much they love “traditional Russian family values” whilst going on cruises to Ibiza and partying hard. Putin is still a very popular President, even among the younger generation \(you’ll see girls walking around wearing t-shirts with his face\), although there’s a breakaway hipster movement bubbling under the surface, even in Belarus.

Ukraine has a bigger dichotomy as it is literally being torn between the old ways of the east and the new ways of the west. The younger generation there desperately want to be European \(many have already left to study in Poland and beyond\) but pockets of the country are still quite happy living in Putin’s shadow.

In the Baltics it’s clear cut. For example, around a third of people in Latvia are native Russians, whilst the remaining two thirds are now fiercely independent and European. In Poland and the Czech Republic, they’re also enjoying newfound freedom and have understandably strong nationalistic tendencies.

Russians and other FSU countries are deeply suspicious of other races and religions. Girls don’t hide their strongly held opinions on this, but it’s best to never engage in discussions about politics or faiths when daygaming or dating. She might well bait you into talking about such topics, but as with any country it’s your job to cut the thread and move onto something far more playful and lighthearted.

Just be very careful of accidentally calling a Ukrainian Russian, or a Moldovan Romanian. Czechs are not Slovaks, and Belarusians are not Russians. Better to tell girls they look *“very Slavic”* if you’re not sure.





### 7. There’s strong Male-Female polarity

If you know my material and pickup advice then you’ll have heard me talk about “holding the frame.” Knowing what this means and following this advice in the FSU is essential. As my saying goes, “frame is game.” Either she’s in control of the interaction or you are, it’s pretty black and white. If you’re in her frame then that means you’re acting feminine \(beta\) and she’s acting masculine. If she’s in your frame then that means you’re acting masculine \(alpha\) and she’s acting feminine.

Girls don’t want to hold the frame, but they try to snatch yours off you to see if you’ll take it back. Think of a toddler playing up to see where the limits are with his parents, or a class at school testing their new teacher to see how he’ll react.

Feminine girls like masculine men, it’s as simple as that. “Masculine” is often misunderstood to mean huge muscles and a motorbike. In reality, it just means that you’re in control, you lead, you escalate, you don’t hide your sexual desires and you don’t apologise about your masculine instincts. In Russia and the FSU you’ll need to work on strengthening your frame and improving this Male-Female polarity, as the girls will demand it of you.

I always tell my students travelling to the FSU for daygame to sit in a cafe and watch how Russian and FSU men behave with their women \(particularly the older generations\). It’s not about how the men look, it’s about how they *act*. There’s no supplicating, no leaning in, no polite smalltalk. Just gruff commands, disagreements and strong leadership. This often comes across as “rude” to a western guy who’s not seen this before, but a player will understand that this is frame resetting in action.

When I daygame in Russia I replace a lot of my comical teasing and verbal bamboozling with more poker faced challenges, stronger qualification, longer silences and amplified drama. My first month of living and gaming in Russia improved my skills dramatically. I learnt how to handle shit tests properly, I learned about persistence, strong leading, being non-reactive but calling out her bullshit if she persisted. I discovered how to read weak signals and push through token Last Minute Resistance. We’ll unpack these pickup techniques and others as I tell some seduction stories in later chapters.





### 8. They’ve never experienced “charming” men

As I’ve explained, Russian and FSU girls don’t need “rescuing” with your money \(that’s a rapid descent into being a provider\). They like their home nations and have an abundance of men who are built like boxers, sprung and ready to fight. They’ve got men who lead, who control, who escalate and who don’t take their crap. They’ve got mega rich oligarchs wanting to buy them for sex. So what does a British or American guy in Russia or the FSU have to offer girls \(and it’s certainly not his passport or visa card\)?

The answer is *charm*. A suaveness that is not about being “stylish” or “sophisticated” but rather about charisma. FSU girls are dazzled by British wit and ironic humour. They’re drawn to “most-interesting-man-in-the-world” tales like moths to a flame. She’ll never have met a guy who can smoothly seduce her in a calibrated way.

That’s certainly not to say you’re going to win her with your high IQ. She still longs for the polarity discussed above, and super strong leadership. Yet when combined with this elusive western charm and patter, she’ll melt. In Game this is called “Soft Dominance.” Leading with charisma, not threats.

Be the smooth cad rather than the lonely, gullible sex tourist dad. Offer her your new perspective on the world, not a new visa. Don’t brag about your achievements like a wanna-be provider. Instead let her add you on Instagram after getting her number to see a carefully selected range of photos showing your adventurous, spontaneous, wild life beyond her FSU four walls.

In many of the infields you see me using role-play with FSU girls about being a James Bond-like spy or teaching her how to drink tea with milk at 5 o'clock. Fuel her imagination with ideas and perspectives she’ll have never encountered, while at the same time verbally and physically escalating like a caveman as normal. It’s this contrast Game that’s so magnetic for them.





### 9. They can be highly educated, frustratingly simple or spoilt princesses

Again, there’s a dichotomy when it comes to how smart FSU girls are. In big cities like Moscow and Kiev you’ll be stopping girls who are rushing off to university and taking their studies very seriously. Long hours, exams and assignments make it frustratingly tough to get a date with them. The meaning of “going to university” in the FSU isn’t the same as the UK/US model of three years of getting pissed and promiscuity. In the FSU a degree is their chance to better themselves and often escape the country.

Being “educated” doesn’t make them “good girls” or any different to eventually seduce, it just means that it might make getting them out harder. Many girls might be studying two different subjects plus working part time in a job to help pay for her university.

The other extreme is stopping girls who had only minimal schooling and now work in nail salons. Their English is non-existent but they have much more free time than the uni students. If you’re into the Barbie-doll like girls of Instagram then that’s what you’ll find. I’ve dated and seduced girls who worked as hairdressers, dancers, promo girls and they’re a lot of fun, but the novelty wears off after sleeping with them a few times if you want to keep them around as a regular.

There’s very little in between, as the “middle class” per se doesn’t yet exist in post-Soviet Russia, Ukraine, Belarus and Moldova. In the Baltics, Poland and the Czech Republic that’s obviously changing rapidly because of access to the European Union.

And then there are the new rich kids who’ve been spoilt from a young age, perhaps studied abroad, travelled extensively and showered with attention \(and gifts\) from wealthy men the world over. Daygaming and seducing these Princesses is a test of your patience and skill at frame control. Often inside they’re deeply insecure and messed up from very odd Tsar-like upbringings, so the bitchy exterior can mask a very fragile girl inside looking for a dominating father figure.





### 10. Russian and FSU girls are the hottest in the world

*In my opinion*, girls from the FSU are the hottest in the world. There’s a reason many players end up in this region to hustle, and it’s not the weather. The underlying genetic explanation for Slavic hotness is unclear, but if you take a map you can literally draw a ring around where you find this stunning quality; from Prague in the West to Kazan in the East, from Tallinn and St Petersburg in the North to Odessa in the South\*.



Sure, guys have different tastes and they’ll argue about which country has the hottest girls. Some like the big boobs and asses of Brazil, or the pale skins of Japan. But if you talk to fashion photographers, model agencies and casting directors, they’ll all tell you that the Slavic look is the most desired on film and on the runway. Girls like to say “beauty is subjective” but *Victoria’s Secret* auditions would disagree. The male eye can tell in a nano-second what’s hot or what’s not.

Once you’ve got the daygame and dating skill set down in your own city then a trip to the FSU will show you a whole new level of quality \(and challenge\). What you thought was an “8” back home now becomes a “6” in Moscow. What you thought was a “difficult” girl in your home town now seems like a tame kitten compared to the tigers you’ll find in Minsk.

Feel free to disagree and stick to your own preferences for places with hot girls in the world – each to their own. But for me, after daygaming around the globe in nearly 50 countries I can say with conviction that I’ve found what *I’m* really attracted to. Long legs, flowing hair, high cheek bones, great bodies, girls that hit the gym and the salon, girls that love to look feminine in heels and skirts. Just writing about it makes me want to book a flight back to Prague tomorrow.





### Footnotes

*\* From the mid 1940s to the late 1980s, many of the Balkan countries were also dominated by the Soviet Union. There are certainly very hot girls in places like Serbia and Croatia, but I’m saving my Balkan adventures for another book.^*





So you've not been put off by my accounts of FSU living thus far. You've decided you'd like to give daygame a try there. In this chapter, I'll walk you through the key things you need to know before you book anything and step foot on a plane. I hope it saves you hours of the confusion and frustration I went through figuring it all out.



### a\) Which FSU country has the hottest girls?

My ordering of hotness in the FSU would go like this:

+ 
*Russia \(hottest\)*

+ 
*Ukraine*

+ 
*Belarus*

+ 
*Czech Republic / Slovakia*

+ 
*Latvia*

+ 
*Moldova*

+ 
*Lithuania*

+ 
*Estonia*

+ 
*Poland*


Daygamers will argue between themselves over the list, but it's just an approximation based on my opinion. Moscow comes out on top because it has the highest density \(12 million people\) but the quality in Kiev comes close. Belarus is not far behind but a headache to Game in \(see Chapter 5\). All the other countries are more European and the Slavic genes are not as pronounced. In the Baltics, the hottest girls are the native Russian population. In Poland, if you see a really hot girl then there's a strong chance she's from neighbouring Ukraine or Belarus, studying there.





### b\) Which FSU country is the "easiest" to daygame in?

Be careful with this very common question. Guys are looking for a short cut by trying to find "pussy paradise" where the rules of the Sexual Marketplace don't apply. Like Atlantis, it doesn't exist. Guys who've not travelled much believe that the "grass is always greener" away from their home country. They want to escape their "nasty women at home" to find their mythical 'pure' snowflakes abroad.

The bro stories you might hear in a bar about guys slaying it in Prague or Kiev are either wild "fisherman's' tales" exaggerations or actually accounts of pay-for-play strip clubs and hookers. Once again, daygame is the complete opposite of this. Be extremely careful not to play the provider role or get tempted by Tinder / online dating low hanging fruit.

Make sure you've got the basic daygame and dating skill set down in your home country first. You should be able to stop girls, spark attraction, get hooks, take her number, get her out on a date and have had a few daygame lays for reference.

To ease yourself into the FSU, I'd start with the former Iron Curtain countries that are now in the European Union. Most daygamers start with a trip to Prague to dip their toe in the water. The city is easy to get to, geared for tourists, with a great mix of Czech, Slovak, Russian and Ukrainian girls.

Next I'd try the Baltic capitals like Riga \(1/3 Russian\), Vilnius \(1/6 Russian\) and Tallinn \(1/4 Russian\) even though these cities are smaller. They'll give you a good taste of local Russians \(compared to the holidaymakers in Prague\) and a bit more iciness. You'll also be able to check out the blonder, more friendly but less hot locals.

Finally I'd go all in and book a taster trip to Ukraine, starting in Kiev. If you're British or in the European Union you don't need a visa and can stay for up to 90 days a year. If you enjoy it then bite the bullet and sort out a visa for Russia or Belarus where you can really test your skills at the source.





### c\) Is the FSU dangerous?

As a Black Sheep, you should know by now not to follow herd mentality when it comes to news scare stories and Chinese whispers. Instead, ask around people that have lived there, or even better decide for yourself with your own eyes.

Russia is always portrayed as the "big bad wolf" or the evil villain in a Bond-like movie. The reality is far from that. Russia and much of the FSU are developed, technologically advanced and largely peaceful countries with proud histories and rich cultures. A big city like Moscow or Kiev is as "dangerous" as London or New York \(and far less dangerous than Bangkok or Mexico City\). Sure, there's crime, corruption and areas of the city that you wouldn't walk around in alone carrying a laptop and cash, but that applies to every major city. The usual advice applies about having your wits about you and following local advice about problem areas, scams and warnings.

Guys are worried about going to Ukraine because of the ongoing military conflicts in the country. Right now that's just happening in the east of Ukraine, so avoid the cities of Kharkiv, Donetsk and the surrounding territory. Cities in the west like Kiev and Lviv seem a million miles away from any trouble at the moment, as does Odessa in the south. Keep an eye on your consulate website advice, but don't be scared off.

Belarus is "the land that time forgot." It's like taking a time machine back to the 1970s Soviet period, with the country run by Europe's so-called “last dictator" Lukashenko. With a strong Communist ethos and military presence \(the KGB building dominates the centre of Minsk\), it's ironically a very safe, clean city - far safer than Los Angeles or Paris.

Moldova is Europe's poorest country, a tiny agriculturally-dependent country dwarfed by its giant neighbours of Romania and Ukraine. With poverty comes the usual crime, corruption and destitution, but on my travels there I found the capital city of Chișinău to be very peaceful. I hired a car and drove round much of the country \(it's so small\), discovering warm, friendly, open people living a 1940s existence with horses, chickens and tranquility.

The Baltics, Poland, Czech Republic and Slovakia are entirely different, having modernised at a rapid rate due to the European Union. In all of their major cities, you'll feel as "safe" as you would in Berlin or Barcelona.

Stick to the capital cities of all FSU countries and you'll be fine. Of course, be prepared for the "shock" of being in a different culture \(especially in Russia and Ukraine\) but don't believe the scare stories. Go and see for yourself.





### d\) Where should I stay?

Forget hotels. The ideal daygame choice is to get an apartment using a website like AirBnB. That will give you your own kitchen, living room and privacy, which makes bouncing girls back a million times easier. In expensive cities like Riga or Moscow, you could get a private room in a shared house \(again through AirBnB\). Just make sure you don't have a landlord who's around all the time and monitors your comings and goings.

The apartment doesn't need to be next to the daygame area \(although this is ideal and can be done in cheap countries like Moldova and Ukraine\), but it does need to be near a few bars, cafes and a metro stop. Sharing your accommodation with a daygame wing or wings will bring prices down dramatically.

If you're a strapped-for-cash student or a real budget traveller, spend your first five days in a FSU city slumming it in a shared hostel room. Use that time to do your "number farming" where you collect all your leads by doing a lot of intensive daygame. Then when the dates start to trickle in, upgrade to a private hostel room or a single room in an apartment.

The city maps provided in the book for each country will give you a good idea of where to look for an apartment relative to the daygame / dating areas. It's vital that before booking anything, you identify the key Game hotspots in the city and work out distances, transport links, bar/cafe areas and location of shops, malls, parks and universities. Check whether the city has Uber \(a taxi app\) and what landmarks are used for "meeting spots" when dating.

Getting your logistics right is a huge part of successful pickup that you shouldn't take lightly. It's often the make-or-break factor in getting a lay.





### e\) How expensive is the FSU?

It depends on the country, and which city in that country. Even in a city you get a huge range of prices when it comes to accommodation and eating out. But as an overview, here are the main cities in the FSU listed from most expensive to least expensive, based on the Cost Of Living Index 2017:

+ 
*Tallinn, Estonia \(most\)*

+ 
*Riga, Latvia*

+ 
*Moscow, Russia*

+ 
*Vilnius, Lithuania*

+ 
*St Petersburg, Russia*

+ 
*Prague Czech Republic*

+ 
*Warsaw, Poland*

+ 
*Minsk, Belarus*

+ 
*Chișinău, Moldova*

+ 
*Kiev, Ukraine \(least\)*


Use a price-comparison website like Numbeo to check out how your current home city compares with one of the above for things like rent, food, transport etc. Don't forget that when calculating the cost of travel, you have to factor in the cost of staying at home. You're going to be pleasantly shocked at how much money you'll be saving when you travel in much of the FSU.





### f\) How do I avoid being lonely / depressed if I travel alone for FSU daygame?

Sitting alone in a rusting FSU tower block apartment when it's snowing outside and your electricity has suddenly been shut off is certainly a test of character. You might have had days of tough daygame facing blow outs, flakes and icy girls. Outside your window might look like something from Chernobyl. You will most likely be getting tired of the abruptness and glumness when trying to go shopping or ordering a drink. The Soviet architecture will be casting a shadow over your mind, and the kitsch interior design will be sending you over the edge.

So how do you avoid the classic FSU depression and loneliness that all travelling daygamers there report at some point? For your first few trips, don't go alone but head out there with a wing. If you don't know anybody before you go, spend time finding an active daygamer in that city \(use the "Find A Wing" post on my website\) or looking out for guys infield in the main city hotspots each evening. At least then you can share war stories and laugh rather than cry about the Soviet vibes.

Have a schedule, don't treat it like a holiday. Don't lounge in bed but get up and have a productive morning of work / gym or seeing some cultural sights. Schedule in your daygame sessions for mid-afternoon and early evening \(between 4-7pm will be busy around shops, metro stations etc\). Slot in your dates each evening using a calendar system so you can track them. I often book multiple dates for the same afternoon / evening to factor in flaking. Even if they all decide to come out, you can stagger the dates \(e.g. one at 4pm, one at 7pm and one at 9pm, from least likely to most likely in terms of the lay\).

Stay in touch with your family and friends using Skype, Facetime and other online video/voice platforms. If you've got a free evening, explore some local cuisine in a restaurant or have a bank of movies you've marked to watch at home.

Once you've got one or two girls under your belt, the whole experience becomes a whole lot nicer, even in the harshest of Russian or Ukrainian cities. She'll be able to show you around, cook for you, introduce you to her friends and take you on trips out of the city.





### g\) How long should I go for?

I used to think two weeks was perfect for a FSU daygame trip, but now I think that's too short. Three weeks is an ideal amount of time to get results and enjoy a city from a non-tourist point of view. A week is too short, as you'll only have time to collect phone numbers but not be able to follow them up and seal the deal. This will leave you feeling frustrated and make a repeat visit soon after necessary.

Here's how a three week FSU trip might well look like:


*      Week/1:Intensive daygame “number farming” to collect as many digits as possible      Week/2:First and second dates with girls. Start exploring the city      Week/3:Closing leads and enjoying the city with those girls     * 
My new strategy is to spend a month in each city I daygame in, but for that to work you need to have a love for the city and have already tested it multiple times. You need to know people there \(including fuck buddies from previous trips\), and have projects to do other than daygame. Without disciplined structure and busy days, a month somewhere to just do pickup will feel like an eternity and you'll end up having burn out from too much cold approaching and hustling stresses.





### h\) What should I take?

I’m known for a minimalist approach to my travel \(and life\), taking only carry-on luggage and packing light \(my total luggage weighs around 8kg\). I’ve travelled the world with a soft canvas shoulder bag for four years with no problems. No checking in your bags, no waiting for them to arrive \(or not\) on a luggage carousel, no carting around a heavy case. A key part of being a Black Sheep is that you downsize your life: sell as many of your bulky possessions as you can and realise that as a guy you really don’t need much.

Here’s what’s in my bag when I travel to the FSU and beyond:

+ 
*A spare pair of jeans \(I’m wearing one pair\)*

+ 
*Two t-shirts \(I’m wearing one\)*

+ 
*Two shirts \(I’m wearing one\)*

+ 
*Swimming shorts*

+ 
*4-5 pairs of socks / boxers*

+ 
*Camera gear \(\+ leads / batteries / mics / headphones\)*

+ 
*Laptop \(\+ external hard-drives / adaptors\)*

+ 
*Toiletries \(under 100 ml\)*

+ 
*Passport / cash / cards / driver’s license*

+ 
*Document copies \(\+spare passport photos\) / insurance / emergency contacts*

+ 
*Notepad / pen*

+ 
*Sunglasses*


I’m also wearing my jacket and boots \(or heavier winter coat if it’s the season for it\). Books & music are all stored on my phone or laptop to cut down on weight. Because I’m staying in apartments, everything needed for household living is included so I don’t need to carry bottle openers or towels.

When I arrive in the destination city, I go to a supermarket and stock up on larger-sized toiletries, some cheap alcohol \(for bounce-back logistics\) and food basics. If I need to buy more clothes then I go to low-cost chain stores like H&M, New Yorker or TK Maxx \(in Russia, Ukraine and Moldova there are equivalents\). The cost of t-shirts or sweaters is so cheap that you can always leave them behind when you fly home. Belarus is the only country where clothes shopping is tough – unless you like 1950’s Soviet style.

Many AirBnB apartments have washing machines but many times I just wash my clothes in the shower / bath using detergent – letting them soak, rinsing them and hanging them up to dry. Your mother will be proud\!

Most important is your money, your passports and your documents. Guard them with your life and keep them somewhere secure \(I hide them somewhere obscure in the apartment\). I make one large withdrawal of cash from an ATM machine at a major bank when I arrive in the city \(to avoid repeated transaction fees\) and try to avoid using my card after that, unless it’s for one more withdrawal. Tell your bank you’re travelling to that destination before you go so they don’t put a block on your card. Have a back-up card \(credit or “travel top-up”\) for emergencies. Ask your bank to increase the amount you can take out per withdrawal. I also carry a stash of US dollars hidden away just in case of a real crisis.

Carry some photo ID on you or a copy of your passport \(especially in Russia, Ukraine and Belarus where police might randomly stop you\). Keep your passport super protected and hidden somewhere in the apartment. Have spare copies, spare passport-sized photos, embassy details and emergency phone numbers written down.

In a notebook I write down the following key information before I fly \(in case I lose my laptop / phone\):

+ 
*Address of apartment \(written in local language\)*

+ 
*How to get from airport to city centre \(Google taxi prices before you go\)*

+ 
*Exchange rate*

+ 
*Important contact numbers*

+ 
*Consulate details*


You can also store this information online in the Cloud so you can access it from any connected computer.





### i\) How much daygame should I do / what expectations should I have for results?

This depends on your experience and skill. If you’re quite new to daygame then you’ll want to do around 100 sets in the first week of arriving \(about 15 a day\) as your “number farming.”

If you’re an intermediate or above then you can do less \(5-10 a day\) for the first week to get your funnel going. Remember that for everyone, the first week is when you’ll be pumped to be in the new city and your enthusiasm will assist your vibe, so don’t waste it on looking at galleries or sleeping in.

Realistic expectations for results again depend on your skill and the city you’re in. Each daygamer has their own favourite city where girls respond a little more favourably based on your unique Sexual Market Value \(SMV\). But as a benchmark you can aim for the following:

+ 
*Lower-intermediate: one lay per 100\+ sets*

+ 
*Intermediate: one lay per 70-100 sets*

+ 
*Upper intermediate: one lay per 50 sets*

+ 
*Advanced: one lay per 30 sets*


Be careful you’re not “spam approaching” and burning both the location and your vibe. You should already have the daygame skillset down from time in your home city, so be analytical of your approaches, audio record a few and learn from the feedback that the girls are giving you \(remember that “the girl is your mirror”\). Just grinding out more and more sets, hoping it’s a numbers game, will exhaust you and waste a lot of girls.

To keep your vibe upbeat and positive, either travel with a wing, find other guys in the city, do other things \(fitness / culture / work\) and after the first week of “beasting” then go easy. Enjoy the girls you’ve succeeded with and explore more of the city than just the one or two main daygame streets. You’ve flown halfway around the world so don’t just sit in Starbucks and live in the mall. Go deep inside the country in more ways than one.





### j\) What pitfalls should I watch out for?

FSU daygame travel has many hidden traps and possible pitfalls. These are the main things I wished I’d known before starting my adventures there:

**Rip-off taxi drivers.** Demand a “fixed price” fare and agree on the price before you get in. Haggle. Walk away and flag down another one \(in Russia and Ukraine if you put your hand out, a random car will stop and serve as your taxi if you’ve got the balls. They’re called “Gypsy Taxis”\). The Uber app has now started changing this \(check if it’s in the city you’re going to\) because of fixed prices, a cashless service and no premium because you're a foreigner.

**Gold Digger girls.** If it’s too good to be true then it is, 99% of the time. If she hooks too easily, tries to bounce you, asks to be taken to high-end bars or discusses visa/passport issues then walk away. Avoid “rich westerner provider” date venues that are often next to strip bars and hooker joints.

**Girls that just want to meet you for language exchange / out of curiosity.** Don’t fall for the long-winded afternoon coffee dates. Filter hard with usual verbal and physical escalation spikes. If it’s all too platonic, cut and run.

**Wasted time using Tinder / online dating.** Wings I’ve travelled with have spent hours trying to use them and then ending up going on dates with poor quality girls compared to what you can find through cold approach. Don’t get distracted from your mission: getting laid with a smoking hot 19 year old local\!

**Daygaming in the wrong areas / at the wrong time.** Use the city maps in each chapter to avoid this. Aimlessly walking around with no sets to open will drain your energy and lower your morale.

**Overly competitive wings / vibe-tapping.** Be very selective who you travel with. Some daygamers will use your state to boost theirs, or get angry and competitive in a negative way when they see you getting results. Only travel with wings who bring value to the table, not bleed you dry. Nothing beats travelling with a guy who’s positive, open and upbeat – even if his daygame skills are less.

**Dodgy apartments.** “I’m not so rich that I can afford to buy cheap things” my father used to tell me. And with FSU apartments he’s right. Don’t try to cut corners by going for the cheapest option. Check reviews thoroughly, especially when it comes to the quality of the bed, shower and ambient noise. This is not a short holiday – this is a three-week mission so you need a good sleep and a powerful hot shower.

**Burnout from too much daygame.** In the first week there it’s ok to push yourself to exhaustion, to get rid of any residual approach anxiety and nagging excuses in your head. Be strict on yourself. Count your sets. Have a goal. But after the leads start coming in and you’ve done your 100 sets, really ease off and switch things up. Monitor your stress levels and balance things with other activities.

**Burning leads.** Being too keen and expecting the girls to behave like UK/USA girls. Escalating too fast. It’s good for a beginner to “crash the car” to know his limits but after that you’ve got to calibrate to the FSU timescale, which is still often three dates in Russia, Ukraine, Belarus and Moldova. Things are getting quicker in the Baltics and former Iron Curtain countries but I’ve still burnt too many leads by being too keen.

**Sex tourist vibes.** Sadly cities like Prague, Kiev and Riga have reputations for attracting large groups of British, German and Scandinavian men on stag-dos. They hit the titty bars and strip clubs, ride around drunk on Segways and demand to go paint balling or go-carting. They give foreign guys a bad reputation and can put the local girls’ guard up. Just make sure you don’t fit into their raucous mould or frequent those bars and clubs.





### k\) What time of the year should I go?

This is a tricky one, and not what you might assume. Top summer \(July and August\) are the worst months to daygame in the FSU as temperatures can be extremely hot and cities can empty out of young hot girls as they all go on vacation to the coast / family cottages / abroad.

The best months are when temperatures are mild and university is in full swing. April to June and September to November are ideal. You want to avoid the bitter cold of December through to late February \(unless you like snow and don’t mind wearing thermals and doing a lot of mall game\). Definitely avoid the big holiday periods of Christmas and Easter when girls are all with their families \(remember to check the dates as they’re different from the west\).

The typical temperature range of Moscow is from -15°C in January to \+30°C in late July, so plan and pack accordingly. Check your apartment’s got air-conditioning if you’re going in hot weather \(sweaty sex isn’t nice for anyone\) or that you’ve got enough layers / gloves to be outside for long periods in early winter.





### l\) Should I go to the capital city, or “second tier” cities?

Start with the capitals, as it’s all about population size. Many greenhorn daygamers try to chase “Pussy Paradise” in second and third tier cities hoping that pickup will be easier, then they’re disappointed to find poor foot traffic and the same \(if not worse\) difficulties than in the main cities.

For daygame to really work well, a city needs to have a million plus people. Aside from the daygame skill set, you need volume, anonymity, transience and pedestrianisation around a shopping/cafe/restaurant/university/park hub.

Too small and there’s added “Spotlight Effect” pressure for you and the girl. Small towns operate on tight social circles and twitching curtains. In a small city like Tallinn or Bratislava you may well run out of hot girls to approach in your time there, seeing the same faces again and again. Girls will be on their guard more as they don’t want to be seen having sexual liaisons with outlaw lovers, which will compromise her SMV status.

Capital cities have more universities, more parks, more bars, more culture, more development and technology, more transport links etc. You’ll find the atmosphere to casual sex to be more open in the main cities \(certainly in the Baltics and former Iron Curtain capitals\) and the level of English to be higher.

Here are the main FSU capital cities listed in population size order \(highest to lowest\):

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*Moscow \(12 million\)*

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*Kiev \(2.9 million\)*

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*Minsk \(1.9 million\)*

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*Warsaw \(1.8 million\)*

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*Prague \(1.3 million\)*

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*Riga \(700,000\)*

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*Chișinău \(700,000\)*

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*Vilnius \(600,000\)*

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*Bratislava \(420,000\)*

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*Tallinn \(410,000\)*


As you can see, there’s simply way more to shoot at in Moscow and Kiev. With the same daygame skill, you’ll just come across far more 9s and 10s that you can try your hand with so automatically you’ll get better results if you put the work in.

The Baltic capitals, Bratislava and Chișinău are frustratingly small. You’ll find hot girls but in short supply. I remember talking to the same hot Russian girl 7 times in Tallinn when I stayed for a month a few years ago\!





*“The church is near, but the road is icy.  
The bar is far, but we will walk carefully”*

Russian Proverb.

Let’s start where I hope you finish up for daygame – Mother Russia, all 17 million square km of her – the largest country in the world \(by landmass\) with the hottest women. Begin your journey of exploration with Moscow to get a realistic feeling for the place, then try some daygame in St Petersburg \(which has a more touristy, less “authentic” feel about it\). Once you’ve got your basic Russian stripes then move east with your adventures to other big cities that you might not have even heard of \(or can’t pronounce\) right now.

As I’ve already mentioned, it’s advisable to have tried daygaming Russian girls in other European cities like Prague or Riga before biting the bullet and going to Russia. The country is not cheap \(Moscow costs more to live in than Brussels or Stockholm\), the visa requirements a pain in the ass, the beauty can be intimidating and fast casual lover-mode sex isn’t easy. Aside from the very centre of big cities, you’re going to feel the ghosts of the Soviet era all around you. The mindsets and behaviours you’ll encounter won’t feel European and you’re going to have to do some ice-breaking before you thaw out the frosty reception.

After my first daygame reconnaissance trip to Moscow with my original wing Rami in Autumn 2012, I returned to the city once more that year and then once or twice a year for the next three years. I had an open relationship with a girl off-and-on who lived there in 2013, and spent a month living there in the Autumn of 2014. I’ve also spent a month living in St Petersburg in 2015 and done daygame trips to Nizhniy Novgorod \(420km from Moscow\) and Tomsk in Siberia \(3640 km from Moscow\). It’s fair to say I’ve got a good grasp of how daygame works in the country, and what particular peculiarities apply.





“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” I’ve had some of my favourite memories with the hottest girls in Moscow, and I’ve also had some of the bleakest travel moments of my life there. It seems to be one or the other, with very little in between. Either I’m having a great time, or I’m desperate to get the next plane out of the city.

Moscow can be shiny and stimulating or heavy and soul-crushing. In the centre around Red Square and Tverskaya, you’ll think you’re in any major western city, with Starbucks, the Ritz-Carlton, Prada and McDonalds. On tours of the Kremlin or in the flashy shopping malls you’ll think to yourself “what was Tom on about? This is easy\!”

Before you email me telling me the FSU is a piece of cake, take a metro ride a few stops out to where normal Moscovites live. The subway is efficient and sometimes even opulent, but the sternness is never far behind. On exiting the station you’ll be faced with tower upon tower of brutal Stalinist concrete architecture. There’ll be rotund old ladies with headscarves \(“babushkas”\) selling pickled vegetables and flowers from shabby kiosks along the pavements. Lonely mothers will push their kids on rusting communal swings at the base of each tower block, like a flashback to a scene from Chernobyl.



Just as you’re about to turn back to the warmth of the metro and return to the comfort bubble of the centre again, you’ll suddenly hear it. The magical FSU sound that instantaneously snaps me out of my depression. There’ll be a clip-clop of high heels against the broken concrete pavements. You’ll turn around to see a slim, long-haired vixen strutting into the metro or heading for home. She’ll have a skirt on to reveal her catwalk legs \(even if it’s snowing\) and it will be evident that she’s just come from the salon or gym. “Jesus\!” you’ll exclaim under your breath. “This is why I came. This is what I want.”

In Moscow, I’ve had some amazing adventures with stunning girls. Crazy nights of karaoke in kitsch bars. Midnight trysts in crumbling apartment doorways. Ice-skating in Gorky Park. Dates along the Moskva river. Make-outs under gilded domes.

I’ve also had nightmares. Loneliness and daygame burnout. Harsh blowouts, endless flakes, neurotic princesses playing Kasparov-level PUA chess games. Awful apartments and depression in hypothermic conditions. More than a couple of weeks going into supermarkets, cafes, restaurants and ticket offices makes me want to jump off a bridge with the brutal service and stone cold empathy.

In the Moscow seduction stories that follow you’ll see this constant contradiction at play. To get to the “Russian Soul” you’ve got to face some Soviet hell.





### Petite Opera Singer, Autumn 2014

During my month in Moscow in the late Summer / early Autumn of 2014, I was living in a private hostel room on one of the main daygame streets in the centre. Even for the tiny, shabby loft-bed shoebox room the prices were sky-high. I’d learnt my lesson from previous trips about not staying far out to save a bit of money. Better to have great logistics and pay a little bit more. It’s a classic provider myth of having to have a plush “pimp palace” to “impress” girls. As my “Anti Provider Logistics” video shows on Youtube, that tiny room was more like a Siberian prison cell, but I got laid a lot in there.

The leaves were turning gold as summer burnt itself out and temperatures were ideal for hustling for a few hours outside each day in the usual daygame hotspots. At the end of a lunchtime stroll in the park next to the Kremlin I spotted an early twenties artistic looking girl with a feline figure and face rushing towards the metro by the famous horse statue of Marshall Zhukov. She was wearing a cat jumper and carrying a bundle of music. I had to front stop her because of her speed, and it did the trick of pausing her long enough for me to tease her about the jumper and her tiger-like pace.

After a morning of many abrupt blowouts from my hostel to the centre, perhaps because of my flagging vibe after a couple of weeks of approaching, it made a pleasant change when she responded to my banter in almost fluent English. Her energy was warm and flowing from the off, but sometimes a “fizzy” response to your vibing can be a red flag as she might just be social to everyone, so you need to test for more compliance. I held her hand as we swapped names, and to my surprise she held onto mine for a good amount of time.

I discovered that she was 22, a music student and a fledgling opera singer, despite her petite size. She was studying at a prestigious Moscow conservatoire and had been single for a while after a long relationship with a fellow music student. That was all the information I needed to know to take her on an instant date. I suggested we walk the “long way round” to the metro, following the Kremlin through Alexander Gardens down to the river and through Red Square.

Her initial “on a mission” stresses melted away as we strolled through the park and exchanged an energy of assumed familiarity, vibing about her love of Tchaikovsky and my hatred of all thing to do with opera. I teased her about it just being silly melodrama for old Germans, and she enjoyed defending her love of it.

As I mentioned, players have to be wary of too much banter or rapport. It’s a trap if things are too jovial or familiar. I still wasn’t entirely sure if she had that warm glow with everyone or if I’d triggered it. I dialled down my talking to see if she’d re-engage and ask me questions, which she did. I touched the cat outlines on her jumper, brushing her hair aside as we stopped by the river to watch the boats glide past. Again, she accepted it. A good hustler knows these way markers as he moves from attraction to comfort to seduction.

We sat on the grassy bank opposite St Basil’s and I let the sexual tension build by saying nothing. For the first time, she stopped talking too, and in that shared silence leapt a spark of electricity that told both her and I that this was more than just fizzy banter. A big part of me wanted to pull the trigger and try to bounce her back to my tiny room, a 20 minute walk away, but I’d burnt so many good sets by pulling too fast that I decided to flip things around and let her do the chasing.

I told her I’d walk with her back to the metro next to the main gate of Red Square and then I had to get back “to my work.” I could see she was surprised I hadn’t tried to prolong the instant date, which had only lasted 30 minutes thus far. As we crossed the cobbles of the square \(which hold so much of Russia’s bloody history\) I asked her if she’d dated “good or bad boys” and she mentioned that her ex boyfriend was a motorbike fan. When they’d separated he’d given her one of his old bikes to look after, long term, as he’d cheated on her and felt bad. Bingo\! Now I knew what kind of guys she went for.

As I said goodbye to her at the metro steps, we swapped numbers and made vague plans about a drink one day after her studies. Over texts she was positive and engaged once more, but kept suggesting I come and watch her rehearsals or meet her by her music school. The frame has to be set correctly from the beginning, so I declined both suggestions and told her we’d meet outside the Pushkin Theatre just off Tverskaya at a time I gave her the following evening. She then wanted to meet me at a metro stop near her university, but I ignored the idea and reminded her where and when we were meeting.

Why do girls \(constantly\) test your frame? To see if your house is made of sticks or bricks. To see if you are who you say you are. Russian girls are experts at doing this, and daygamers in the FSU need to get used to it. Breath in and don’t react. Carry on as if nothing has happened. The first one to react loses.

The following evening we met as planned, walked down Tverskaya and the same sparky vibe from the instant date was there. When a hot girl can keep up with my banter and fire back sarcastic, ironic one-liners, it’s like cocaine for me. She was beaming, so cute in her summer dress but juxtaposed with rock’n’roll boots. Cat on the outside, tiger on the inside I was hoping. “I’ve got a surprise for you” she grinned, “but you have to jump on the metro with me for five stops near to where I live.”

Lose the battle to win the war. In such cases it would have been silly for me to hold the frame in a military fashion to “prove a point.” I let her lead because she was investing, she was qualifying, and I was crossing my fingers that the surprise would be us eventually going to her apartment.

Half an hour later we emerged from the metro into the usual identikit Soviet row of bleak shops, bus stops, tower blocks and traffic. “Not far…” she grinned as we plodded down dirty side streets and along abandoned back alleys. Was this a heist where her brother was going to rob me at gunpoint and sell my kidneys?

Soon we were crossing a railroad through scrub land behind some apartment blocks. It was getting dark and I still had no idea where we were going. Eventually we came to a row of ivy-covered lock up garages, rusting and hiding under bushes and brambles. She took out an ancient key and opened up the farthest one. And there it was under a dusty tarpaulin, a 1971 Triumph Bonneville motorbike, revealed in the dusk like a magic trick from under the cover. “I’ll drive first” she said, “to show you the ring road, then she’s all yours.”

There are certain moments in your pickup journey that blot out the harsh grind of cold approach; all the failures, all the disappointments. They’re like beacons that shine bright in your memory even when you want to pack it all in. This was one of those moments – speeding through the chaotic rush-hour Moscow traffic together on a classic Triumph, first her driving and then me once I’d got my head around the roads. I’d wrap my arms around her waist \(an easy excuse to escalate\), then she’d do the same behind me. Adrenaline, adventure, the crisp dusk breeze mixed with the smell of her long brown hair; pickup can land you in some wildly spontaneous situations, and this was definitely one of them.

In the darkness, we wheeled the motorbike back into the lockup and retraced our path through the scrub back to the neon lights of the Moscow suburb. Both of us were giddy with adrenaline and endorphins – she’d run my usual date model on me by spiking things up, bamboozling my mind and finding easy ways to physically escalate. Outside her apartment block I stood her on a step and pulled her in for the make out.

In another country you’d think it’s a done deal. But in Russia, Ukraine and Belarus it’s not the number, date or kiss that’s the issue. The seduction chess game is only just beginning. I hinted at coming up to see her place and “use the bathroom” but she explained she lived with her mother in a very small one-bedroom Soviet apartment and that it was too fast. I didn’t want to push things for the first date \(I’d already checked off all my objectives\) so I kissed her once more and headed back to the metro stop and the western bubble of the city centre.

The following day when the happy chemicals had subsided from the motorbike adventure, I had to take stock. A good chess player can’t let his emotions run his game plan. She’d been a hot, young, interesting girl but on that trip I’d already slept with 3 new girls and was still seeing another girl from my previous trip. My phone was full of leads after two weeks of number farming, and I’d moved around half of them on to various stages of the dating sequence. Think of it like playing 15-20 games of chess at the same time on a giant split screen.

My following date with Opera Girl was for “English tea” after her studies one day. She came to the part of the city where I was staying and was fully compliant with coming into the hostel, relaxing in the communal living room there and then “coming to see my room.” If she was shocked, she at least didn’t show it. Chipboard walls, a stained chair, cracked windows and a tiny ladder leading up to a rickety loft bed. That was it, the complete opposite of a luxurious bachelor pad.

She was a warm as ever, going about making me Russian tea \(we didn’t have a pot so she brewed the leaves in the kettle\) and singing me excerpts of the arias she was studying. Once done with the drinks, I got her to ascend the ladder to the loft bed so we could “watch a movie.” There was barely room to sit up straight, the ceiling was so low, but the bed served its purpose for us to open the laptop, put on a film and hug. Again, with a lot of FSU dating experience, I knew that getting to this stage of the game wasn’t that difficult. We hugged, kissed and she very briefly left her hand on my crotch when I put it there and told her that I was “distracted.” Any further was a no-go. After a bit of dry humping and more of the movie she said she had to go and disappeared into the night.

I call this point of the seduction process the “Boomerang” moment. You’ve revealed your cards by escalating verbally and physically, she knows what you want and you’ve got to the last quarter of the chess game. It’s like you get up from the table, take an overnight break and see if she returns to finish it off. This “push” or “vacuum” is important to see if you’ve thrown the boomerang correctly and if it’s going to come back. Many guys \(myself included\) often escalate hard beyond the “point of no return” and they overreach with their keenness. She senses this and doesn’t see you again. The trick is to know where this line is and then push her away before she does it to you.

A few days later the boomerang returned. My roll-off worked and she was keen on messages, setting up our third date at her place. Done deal I thought – three is the magic number when it comes to FSU dating and sex – so I thought I was home and dry. She explained that we’d “have more room” in her house, and that her mother didn’t mind about me coming over. Again – lose the battle to win the war. Demanding she came to mine would be silly.

A chill was in the air as I emerged from the metro in her suburb and walked the ten minutes to her apartment block. She was there waiting outside, this time in a dress and heels as she’d promised, but wrapped up in a long coat against the Autumnal cold. In advance she apologised about how cramped her little apartment was, and how dated it might look to me. “But it’s home” she beamed.

I’m always terrified stepping into a rusting, jolting FSU elevator \(I’ve been stuck in two\) but her bubbling small talk kept my mind away from my lift phobia. Seconds later we were inside her warm, glowing apartment that looked like a tiny country cottage. First things first, I removed my boots and she gave me some “home slippers” to put on. The walls of the tiny apartment were lined with books, paintings, handmade ornaments and photos. I said hello to her mother who was in the living room watching a Russian soap opera at full volume, sitting on the sofa bed where she also slept. Opera Girl and I made polite noises and then went into her room to hide.

Her bedroom was even more cramped – an upright piano was against one wall, another sofa bed occupied the majority of the floor space, her bicycle was suspended from two hooks in the ceiling. Stacks of music were everywhere, along with more paintings and sentimental ornaments. It was like stepping into a rustic summer house \(“datcha”\) or into the study of Tolstoy. Russian Soul was everywhere.

We sat on her bed after putting down a blanket \(remember the Russian practice of not sitting on the bed in your “outdoor clothes”\) and she’d disappear at intervals into the kitchen to bring me some soup and tea. I played a bit of guitar for her \(she had a simple acoustic one in the corner\) and then she sat at her piano and played me sections from Tchaikovsky’s “The Seasons”. It was melancholic magic.

I knew I couldn’t get too distracted from the task at hand. My role wasn’t to be her boyfriend-in-waiting but her secret lover. It’s too easy to get caught up in the enjoyment of the dating and forget why you’re there. Sex first, everything else second. She’d told me she was going to Germany in two months to study for a term at a prestigious music school, and she knew I was heading back to London in a couple of weeks, so both of us knew that this was a mini open relationship.

After food when we heard her mum’s television turn off and her go to sleep, we semi-lay on the bed and she rummaged around for a DVD to watch \(there was no wifi in the apartment\). “How about this?” she said, pulling out of a drawer the David Tennant version of ‘Casanova.’” You seem to know a lot of his methods” she smiled.

Watching turned to hugging, which turned to kissing, which turned to wandering hands. I got as far as opening the zip of my jeans and letting her touch me, but she wouldn’t let me put my hand up her dress or take off any of her clothes. She said she’d only ever slept with two guys \(both long term boyfriends\) and that this was all “too fast, too crazy” with me.

A Nice Guy will take a comments like that at face value, get his coat and then wish her good night. I’d heard it hundreds of times before, so I knew to roll-off, go back to the film and every so often call out the Elephant In The Room. “It’s mad how we met on the street,” I’d say. “This is so unusual in Russia, but what I like about London is that it’s so open minded and nobody cares about other’s judging.”

Before the end of the movie I tried a few more times to escalate towards sex, but each time I was reaching stalemate. I’d kiss her neck, brush past her underwear for a second but then she’d push my hand away and act shy and nervous. Rather than burn things by too much persistence, I used my final secret weapon and suggested she let me crash at hers because I “didn’t have the energy for the hour journey home, door-to-door.” To my surprise she agreed, saying she had to leave early in the morning for her singing lessons and that we’d go to the metro together after a quick breakfast.

With the lights off we stripped down out of our clothes and she came back from the bathroom wearing a night dress. I brushed my teeth military style \(with toothpaste on my index finger\) and then got into her bed in just my boxers. A goodnight kiss and then rolling over to let the magic happen….

Do nothing. That’s the trick. Don’t touch her. Let the tension build. Let her relax. Let her be the one to touch you first. As I lay there in the dark it was like watching the final moves of a chess game. Would it be checkmate for me or for her? Both of us must have fallen asleep pretty quickly, but I remember waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom again. When I returned I spooned up to her and she turned to kiss me. Groggy at first, but then more fully, and then passionately. I was hard \(from so much build up and playing the evening before\) and she could feel it. Lifting up her night dress and pulling off her pink underwear, I went inside her, slow and deep. We had to be as silent as we could as her mother slept soundly in the next room, which made the sex even more taboo and erotic.


In the morning I awoke to a tray being placed on the bed with fresh hot coffee and homemade Slavic pancakes \(blini\). “My mother told me to show you Russian traditions” she beamed. “We’re not all so frosty like you show in the movies.”




Moscow has provided many more highs and lows in my daygame journey. In my second book *Torero Travels* I explain how I met and dated a long-term open -relationship girlfriend there, as well as some nightclub pickup experiments, one of which ended with a punch-up.

**Highs** have included:

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Sleeping with the 19 year old daughter of a multi-millionaire who said she gave me her number because she “fantasised about sex with David Cameron” \(the British Prime Minister at the time\) and thought I was a decent doppelgänger

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Sealing the deal with another hot girl in her shabby FSU apartment using the same “sleep over” tactic as described above. You can hear this open-to-close infield in the Vault section of *Stealth Seduction*

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Sex with a female “fan” of my website. She’d been introduced to it by another daygamer and contacted me to meet. After a first date of icy shit tests and skepticism, I got her back to my Tverskaya apartment on the second date to give her a real taste of my personal brand

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Dating and third base with a famous female vocalist who fronts a big Russian rock band. She wouldn’t come back to mine so I ended up escalating most of the way in a rusty children’s playground after dark next to her FSU tower block. Sadly she moved to Finland soon after, but I’ve since seen her headline a rock festival.

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Wild nights in karaoke clubs, cultured dates in art galleries, walks along the river to Gorky Park, blissful silence inside Kremlin cathedrals. Once you've had sex with a girl, it's ok to take her on my 'date' style adventures, as long as you're not promising monogamy

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Rushed sex with a rich married woman in her opulent apartment as her husband was away. We did it on the sofa with giant portrait paintings of them looking down, like something from a dictator’s palace.


**Lows** have equalled \(and perhaps outnumbered\) the highs, including:

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More flakes and dates-to-nowhere than I can count. Russian girls are experts at social dynamics, showing just enough interest to keep you persisting, but then falling off the hook as you’re reeling them in. They’ll cancel a minute before the date, or just not show up at all. Even if they do come on the date, lateness is normal

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Loneliness. When I started my FSU exploration adventures they were mostly solo. Very few \(if any\) guys were doing what I was doing in such cities and so it was like going into the unknown. The Gold Rush of daygamers quitting their jobs and moving abroad had yet to happen. Many times I’d be in a drab Moscow apartment without any real schedule or social contact other than my daygame sessions. Far from your family, far from friends and without any work it’s very easy to slide fast into an apathetic depression.

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Being hustled. To a greenhorn daygamer it’s sometimes not easy to spot the pros from the real deal, even on the street. Twice I sat on a first date in a regular cafe with girls that seemed to be totally normal students. An hour or so into the date they’d announce that we could go back to mine right now for $1000. After being in Moscow for a few weeks you’ll get far better at spotting “False Positives”.

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A weak frame. Having had a soft upbringing as a geeky Nice Guy in the UK, the mentality and behaviours in the FSU were a culture shock to me, even though I’d seen glimpses of their strong masculine frame and polarity with how my father behaved towards my mother. So for my first few years of FSU expeditions, my frame was weak. I was assuming daygame worked exactly the same as it did in London on unsuspecting Canadian tourists. Wrong. In Moscow the shit tests were harsher, the dating Game far more complex and the Token LMR tougher. Failure after failure lead me accidentally to figuring out the “Royal Flush” \(see below\) and eventually toughening up my frame. If you can seduce Russian models in Moscow, as the lover, then you can seduce girls anywhere in the world.

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Losing wood. Moscow was the first place where I discovered some performance anxiety in bed if she was really hot, the pull was really sudden or I’d had to battle hours of Token LMR and lost the passion. After losing one girl to it \(who was waiting for me to do the deed but I couldn’t get it up\) I swore I’d never let that happen again. In the UK, I got hold of some Cialis and now keep half a tablet in my wallet just in case I’m ever in that situation again.





**“Royal Flush”**

**The substantial amount of time I spent in Russia revealed a new tool in my toolkit for sealing the deal with some girls there. I came across it accidentally after two weeks of heavy flaking and princess behaviour from girls on dates. I was following a key rule in pickup of being “non-reactive” and not letting their petty games \(appear to\) affect me. I’d bite my tongue, lean back and not get baited by their barrage of tests. I’d switch my usual “Cocky Funny” style to either challenging, qualifying or just silence.**

**Yet still I often couldn’t get them out on another date, or the kiss, or the bounce home, or the final home run on the bed. Many of the girls were smoking hot, so it was deeply frustrating. After weeks of it, you not only have blue balls but you start to lose faith in your skills and daygame as a technique for getting laid.**

**In an Irish bar in the centre of Moscow, I was on a date with a pretty 21 year old girl who’d showed up almost an hour late. I was in a bad mood anyway from not sleeping well because of the paper-thin hostel walls, plus my run of flakes, so I sat there not really saying or doing much. We each ordered a Guinness and sat scowling, both in a huff. She made the mistake of bringing up the political situation between Russia and Ukraine, blaming Ukraine for the shooting down of the MH17 passenger plane.**

**I never usually discuss politics or religion with girls \(instant pussy repellent\) but something inside me snapped. I downed the remainder of my pint and launched into an angry monologue about why she was wrong, the evidence for Russia’s guilt in the incident, and the fact that her attitudes and behaviours \(including her text message games\) was immature and conceited. This was no longer the Nice Guy ex-Primary School teacher from Wales talking. This was a “frame crush.”**

**She went silent. I put on my jacket and got ready to walk, thinking to myself that I’d broken a fundamental rule of pickup and that I’d burnt the set to the ground. She wiped a tear from her eye and asked me to sit down. She apologised for her lateness and behaviour. Thirty minutes later she was on my hostel room bed naked. The sex was raw and passionate.**

**I woke up the next morning confused but enlightened. So this might be the missing piece in my FSU Game. Non-reactivity but then followed up with a firm re-establishing of frame and polarity. Good parents and teachers follow the same methodology: let the small stuff slide, but then come down hard every so often to reset boundaries. Do it too little and they’ll walk all over you. Do it too much and you’re just a reactive angry dude who can’t control his emotions. Knowing *when* to lay down your cards for this “Royal Flush” was everything.**





### MOSCOW LOGISTICS

**POPULATION:**

12 million





**GETTING THERE:**

**VISA**

UK citizens need a visa to visit Russia. There are Visa Application Centres in London and Edinburgh. Fill in an application form there or complete one online before your visit. You have to visit in person for a fingerprint scan and to complete the process \(once to drop off your application and once more to collect\).

The addresses of the Visa Application Centres are as follows:

15-27 Gee Street

Barbican

London

EC1V 3RD

8.30am-3pm, Monday to Friday

64 Albion Road \(back entrance\)

Edinburgh

EH7 5QZ

8.30am-3pm, Monday to Friday

Before going you will also need to obtain an “invitation” \(Tourist Voucher\) from an independent agency which will serve as your support document. You cannot submit a visa application without this crucial reference number. It costs around £10 and takes 24 to 48 hours to arrive in your inbox. Having this means you don't have to be part of an organised tour and can DIY your accommodation.

I usually get my invitation from this agency:

*https://visatoruss.com/index.html*

Know which type of visa you're applying for:

**Tourist visa** – single or double entry for up to 30 days

**Private visa** – single or double entry for up to 90 days with an invitation from family / friends in Russia

**Business visa** – multiple entries for up to 1 year. Need an invitation issued by the General Directorate for Migration for the Ministry of Internal Affairs of Russia.

When you have received your invitation, you can go to Application Centre for a walk-in appointment. Take a passport photo \(no more than 6 months old\) and your passport. Ensure your passport has at least 2 blank pages and is valid for at least 6 months \(from after your departure date from Russia\).

A Russian visa isn't cheap, and the price bands are complicated. Have a look at which one applies to you here:

As an example, a single entry tourist visa fee is £141 \(next day\) or £70 \(5 working days\), plus the service charge fee of £45.60 \(next day\) or £38.40 \(5 working days\).

Americans will face a different set of visa hoops to jump through. Start by reading this advice from the US Government:

*https://travel.state.gov/content/passports/en/country/russia.html*

Surviving the trauma of the Visa Application Centre is your first frame test for Russian daygame. Stay calm, stay non-reactive, but be firm with your requirements. Take heart that the complex entry process is what stops a lot of westerners going, so you'll have more of the city to yourself on arrival\!

**FLIGHTS**

Most international flights into Moscow arrive at Domodedova Airport \(26 miles south\) or Sheremetyevo Airport \(18 miles northwest\). Be very wary of rip-off taxis outside the Arrivals halls and remember that Moscow traffic is bad. Much better is to take the Aeroexpress Train into the centre, and from there either use the metro \(have the map in English on your phone beforehand\) or use Uber. If you're using a normal taxi, agree on a fixed price before you get in and have the address of your accommodation written in Cyrillic.





**QUALITY OF GIRLS:**

Very high, but due to the large size of the city it's sporadic and concentrated to pedestrian / shops / malls / subway stations.





**GAME DIFFICULTY:**

Difficult. You'll need strong stops, persistence, the ability to pass shit tests, dominance, leading and the skill of escalating on weak signals. Remember to keep strong male-female polarity at all times.





**MAIN DAYGAME AREAS:**

The city is not all walkable like London or New York for finding most of the daygame spots. Take an Uber or the metro until you've gotten used to their locations.

+ 
Tverskaya Street

+ 
Kamergerskiy \(by Chekhov theatre\)

+ 
Posh mall next to Four Seasons Hotel

+ 
Outside Teatralnaya Metro

+ 
Red Square

+ 
GUM Shoping Centre

+ 
Alexander Gardens

+ 
Okhotny Ryad Mall

+ 
University near Okhotny Ryad

+ 
Outside Arbatskaya Station

+ 
Old Arbat Street

+ 
New Arbat

+ 
Kiyevskaya Metro

+ 
Europeisky Mall

+ 
Atrium Mall





**DATE VENUES**

You need to find a venue 5 minutes from your apartment, wherever that is, as your final seduction venue. Any dark bar will do, as long as it's got sofas or a place to sit next to each other on bar stools. Check what time it closes beforehand.

The first venue can be in the centre. The highest concentration of cafes and bars is on Old and New Arbat Streets. Choose a metro exit or statue as your meeting point. Take a photo of it and send it to her phone as many times they'll be confused about where you are exactly.

You can also use a cafe like Starbucks in a shopping centre as your first venue, especially for dates that are fast during the day.

You're going to be paying for the drinks. It's not like in the USA, UK or Europe where girls will often suggest splitting the bill. In Russia, Ukraine and Belarus it's the guy who picks up the tab. So don't use expensive venues, don't order expensive drinks and certainly don't take her for meals.





**RECOMMENDED ACCOMMODATION  
LOCATIONS:**

If you can afford it, book an apartment off Tverskaya Street or Old Arbat, right in the heart of daygame territory.

If you're on a budget, stay in a hostel for your number farming \(I'd recommend Godzillas Hostel\) and then stay in an apartment a few metro stops away from the centre for your time closing leads. I stayed with a wing in Slavyanskiy Bul'var five stops from the centre and girls were still happy to come there on the third or fourth date for “cooking and a dvd.”





**NON-GAME THINGS TO DO:**

Moscow is one of the world's great historical cities. Once you've got your number farming done, spend time exploring these places \(preferably with girls\):

+ 
Red Square

+ 
Kremlin Palace

+ 
Tretyakov Gallery

+ 
Gorky Park \(ice skating, amusements, walks\)

+ 
Moskva River \(boat trips\)  
Patriarch Ponds \(hidden gem of a lake, ideal for strolls\)

+ 
35MM Cinema \(retro place showing foreign films\)





### Overview

Saint Petersburg is a lot easier to initially bond with than Moscow. It’s light, bright and open, sitting on the Baltic Sea not far from Helsinki. The city centre feels very westernised and the architecture will make you feel like you could be in Paris or Milan.

Therein lies both its appeal and its problem. The city attracts 5-6 million tourists a year and it doesn’t feel like the “real Russia,” more like a chocolate box cruise ship version. Things are a lot more westernised, including the girl’s styles and experiences, so whilst you might find a lot more hipster girls with sleeve tattoos, you’ll see far less high heels and skirts during the day.



It’s still a magical city, with big skies, sea breezes, canals, bridges, beautiful parks and unreal palaces. If you’re there for “White Nights” it’s even more spectacular, with the sun never really setting, giving the city a warm all-night glow.

Pound for pound, I prefer Moscow for seducing but Saint Petersburg for living. I just think there are consistently more hot girls to shoot at in the former, but it’s far less likely you’ll get depressed in the latter. There’s a high-speed \(Sapsan\) train that runs between the two in four hours so, like with girls, you don’t really need to commit to just one of the cities before testing them for yourself thoroughly. Consumer prices \(including rent\) are 18% lower in Saint Petersburg than in Moscow, so that might affect your decision too.





### Siberian Siren

For the White Nights of 2014 I was spending a month in Saint Petersburg to enjoy the city at its prime. It was early summer so the students were still there and the locals hadn’t escaped for their holidays yet. Temperatures were a lot cooler and fresher than in Moscow or central Europe because of the latitude of the city. Ideal daygame conditions.

I had a private room in a shared apartment right on Nevsky Prospect, with a balcony looking down onto the famous street below. One hour’s walk up one side of the street, then one hour back – one of the longest daygame streets in the world – from the Hermitage to the Alexander Nevsky Monastery.

Not far from my place was Dostoevsky’s former family home where he wrote *The Brothers Karamazov* \(it’s now a museum worth visiting\). All the other major sites of the city were within walking distance. I’d take them in on my daily daygame strolls, often finishing at a famous Soviet donut \(pyshki\) shop which hasn’t changed one bit since USSR days. I’d then weave my way through the canal network, over the various bridges and through the myriad of parks, back to my apartment.

I stopped Dasha on Nevsky Prospect near the colourful Cathedral Of Spilt Blood. 21 years old, big brown eyes, brown hair, skinny but with large natural boobs. Despite being Russian, she’d travelled 4000km from the city of Tomsk in Siberia, by herself on train, to visit the city as a “tourist.” You’ve got to remember just how big the country is\!

There was an immediate spark and deep eye contact when I opened her and stacked, but I quickly realised she spoke almost no English. Beginner daygamers panic when a girl doesn’t speak their language, but as I’ve explained in Chapter 1, attraction is largely non-verbal and this shouldn’t fluster a daygamer who’s been doing it for a long time.

Silence did a lot of the work, as did holding her hand after I’d introduced myself and speaking in pigeon English as I pointed out the things I liked about her. She’d reply to what I said in Russian \(my Russian is almost zero\) but I understood about her home city in Siberia and that she’d had a two and a half day train adventure to get there. I tried to take her then and there for a coffee, but she was on her way to see the vast collection of art in the Hermitage. I took her Russian number and explained I’d text later.

Texting was easier because we could use Google Translate. That evening over WhatsApp she explained that she had two days left in the city before the multi-day train journey home. She lived alone in her city, worked in a legal office, and had left her cat with a friend. Everything pointed to only one option: meeting her the next day and running a one \(maximum two\) date model, with rapid escalation, against all FSU odds.

Dasha had a busy day planned to see everything on her “tourist” list before the 2 day\+ train journey home to Siberia. Nevertheless she was up for meeting mid afternoon in Starbucks on Nevsky Prospect under the heavy shadow of Kazan cathedral. I’d tidied up my room and got logistics sorted for a possible bounce back \(playlist, lighting, condoms, tea/coffee, alcohol\) as time was running out. With Google Translate and a folder of photos ready on my phone, I was good to go.

In Starbucks I told Dasha to go and sit on a sofa at the back while I ordered the drinks. Rather than the usual plan of sitting opposite her for the first venue, I just dived straight in and right away we were sitting next to each other with our coffees. She had made an effort for the date, changing from her jeans and sports shoes to a dress and some wedges \(always a good sign\).

The conversation was almost zero, with my pathetic Russian and her 5 words of English. Instead we passed my phone between us with Google Translate doing the work. I sped up the usual “getting-to-know-you” part of my date model and launched into my five escalation questions mixed with some statements of intent and grounding stories. The lack of verbal communication actually helped, as the silences became sexy and there was nothing to do but start physically escalating. Incidental touches, then the usual kino ladder that I’d brought forward from the second venue to Starbucks.

I’d been going on a lot of dates prior to meeting Dasha \(and having a lot of near misses\) so I remember being extra horny. The whole thing felt raw and primitive, perhaps because of her hotness or the lack of talking. After 20 minutes my arm was round her, and after 30 minutes we were making out, surrounded by Chinese tourists and rich Russian teenagers in the coffee shop. In Soviet times, Public Displays of Affection \(PDAs\) were a big no-no, but today's generation in the FSU have no issues with it.

Game on I thought. She’d told me that she was spending the following day \(her last full day\) with a relative near the city, so this was her final free evening. In the States or the UK I’d have already been sending the “\+1 notch” text to a wing but in Russia I still wasn’t convinced. Dasha was a mostly introverted girl who, despite her hotness, spent most of her time either working hard in the law firm or helping her grandparents. She said she’d only had one long term relationship and that church was important to her.

It was now or never, my instincts told me. Together we walked from Kazan Cathedral down Nevsky Prospect over the bridges towards Mayakovskaya metro near my apartment, both of us using sign language to explain more about our lives and add some comfort into the mix. As we got closer, I mentioned another drink \(something alcoholic\) in a bar across the street from where I was staying and she agreed immediately. A simple first-date-lay I thought, thank you daygame gods.

In the bar we again sat next to each other, her drinking wine and me beer. I seeded the final bounce home by pointing out the balcony and showing her a photo of the dappled White Night skies from there, plus explaining I had travel videos on my laptop. My arm was around her and we’d kiss lightly, but she’d break it off and snuggle into me. On Google Translate she wrote that she was “sad” because we’d “never meet again” due to the distance. The sexual tension of Starbucks was being replaced by sentimental sorrow.

When things get too comfortable, the golden rule is bounce\! Keep the momentum going, keep things exciting and adventurous. As is normal in the FSU, the waitress took what felt like an eternity to first bring the bill \(which they always do with a sigh of distain\) and then bring change \(an even longer wait to see if you’ll give up and just let them keep it\). With each passing minute, Dasha’s sad face was growing longer.

Outside we crossed the street as the magical mid-summer sun beamed down Nevsky Prospect bathing everything in a low golden glow. In under a minute, we were passing my front door, meters from the metro entrance. “Come up. We have drink. We see view. Only half hour. We go….” I signalled as I put the key in the door. Her feet froze. She wouldn’t cross the doorstep and asked me to walk her to the metro. Despite a few more tries to invite her up, it wasn’t to be and so we walked hand back to the metro where we kissed goodbye.

Game aborted, I presumed. A key part of getting good at Game is accepting the losses are part of the wins. In the early days it’s common for every “dead end” to rattle you, but if you’re going on a dozen dates a month or so then you learn to suck it up. I’d added her on Kontakt \(the Russian Facebook\) but presumed I wouldn’t see her again because of the distance. Another day, another date. I headed back to my apartment and finished watching a movie.

Three weeks later, there I was in the main train station in Saint Petersburg, my small travel bag over my shoulder and another plastic bag full of food. Despite the beauty of the city, I was getting tourism-fatigue and had decided to meet a friend who was taking the Trans-Siberian train from Moscow to Vladivostok. He was already in Novosibirsk after two days on the train and had decided to break his journey there. We’d arranged to meet in the city for a taste of real Russian summer living.

Just buying a train ticket at a FSU station will leave you with Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. You’ll queue for hours in mysteriously coded lines, sales windows will randomly close and re-open, people will push in and there’ll always be someone in front taking forever to book their convoluted journey. Customer service is zero, or in fact negative. The permed old lady will shout at you through the glass like you’ve just insulted her family, even though you’re just pointing to your phone and showing her what ticket you’d like.

For the past few weeks since Dasha had got home, we’d been messaging most days with things getting more and more sexual. She was bored back in Tomsk and I’d got her to send selfies, first at work and then leading up to her on her bed in her underwear. I told her I’d be seeing my friend in Novosibirsk and that she should come and meet me there \(a 6 hour train ride – nothing in Russia\). Sadly she replied that work wouldn’t give her any more days off, so once again I put it down to another dead end and focussed on having fun with my friend before he headed on east.

The train from Saint Petersburg to Novosibirsk took around 55 hours, so I was glad I’d upgraded my ticket to include a bed in a 4-berth cabin. At first the journey is exciting as you speed through forests and past lakes. But then it dawns on you that it’s like the background to a Scooby Doo cartoon with everything on a loop…silver birches, identikit stations, chimneys of power plants, rivers, silver birches, identikit stations……

Add to that the unique cocktail of train body odours, the snores of your fellow cabin occupants and stern train guards waking you up at random times to check your ticket, and the imagined mystique and excitement of the train journey evaporates. I’d already decided that I was flying back to Moscow rather than another train ride.

Two days later and in dire need for a proper wash and sleep, I was reunited with my friend in Novosibirsk, the capital of Siberia. I checked into the hostel he was staying at and then we explored the city. I could barely keep my eyes open as we experienced the industrialised centre \(it’s called the “Chicago of Siberia” for good reason\) straddling the Ob river. The summer heat was making things oppressive and the mosquitoes were finishing me off.

The following afternoon my friend vanished into the distance in a literal cloud of smoke as the train he jumped on headed forever east. My plan was to explore more of the city but every few hours Dasha would be sending me another flirtatious message or suggestive photo, like a Siberian siren calling me north. Should I jump on another train and go and see her? Had I got enough green lights to tell me it wouldn’t be a wasted trip ending in blue balls?

It’s never a good idea for a daygamer to show investment by travelling to a destination just to see a girl. That frame is wrong from the start. But Dasha made the decision for me. “You stay in my apartment” she messaged. “It small but my cat not sleep in my bed when you come. You instead” read her translation. The photos she was sending plus those messages made up my mind. It was time to head to Tomsk to heed the Siren’s call.

Most foreigners’ experience of Russia is Moscow or Saint Petersburg, staying in hotels, going on guided tours and buying souvenirs in a gift shop. “What a pleasant country,” they’ll report back to their friends. “So clean and European-like.”

To really understand Russia and the FSU I’d urge you to take a trip to a normal city away from the tourist brochures. Russia is a vast country and the reality of how people live only becomes apparent when you start heading east. The 144 million people who occupy the huge landmass \(almost twice the size of the USA\) are certainly not visiting Starbucks daily or taking holidays to Europe.

Even after my trips to rural Ukraine and Belarus, arriving in Tomsk was a shock. Surrounded by forests and floodplains, the ramshackle city spread around the Tom river like a scene from a USSR propaganda video. Factory chimneys belched out smoke and deposited their spoils into the river, as local families lay on the rough pebble beach and paddled in the murky water. Brutally cold winter temperatures had given way to oppressive, suffocating still summer heat. The ever-present Siberian mosquitoes followed me wherever I went.

It was early afternoon when my train pulled into the station. Dasha was at work until 6pm so I had a few hours to explore. Many of the buildings were wooden pre-Soviet structures like something from Tolstoy’s classic novel *War and Peace*. Rusting Soviet amusements lay still under the hot haze of the parks. Obligatory USSR statues gazed out from their podiums across the lonely Siberian skies. I was glad I was only spending two nights there before a four and a half hour flight back to Moscow.

There she was in her summer dress and high heels, beaming at me in the main square next to the river. It was good to see Dasha again, make out like long lost lovers and stroll with her along the water’s edge. Past the ironic statue of Checkhov \(who wrote a scathing review of the city in 1890\) and then the rusting hulks of abandoned river pleasure boats. We caught up as best we could without language, and then boarded an infamous FSU trolleybus, packed with locals, up the hill to her apartment.

As expected, her building looked like something out of a post-apocalyptic Stalinist nightmare. Broken glass, abandoned lift-shafts, guys crouched in stairwells drinking homebrew….it wasn’t exactly The Ritz Carlton in Moscow. I knew Dasha was embarrassed about where she lived, so I did my best to say how much I liked Siberia and the wilderness of it all. It’s one of life’s biggest ironies that some of the hottest girls in the world are to be found in such harsh conditions.

Inside her apartment, things were minimal. A tiny kitchen, a crumbling bathroom and a claustrophobic living room complete with peeling FSU wallpaper. “Where do you sleep?” I asked her. She pointed to the sofa bed by the window. “Very okay for me” she smiled. As she disappeared into the kitchen to bring me a bowl of borscht \(sour soup\) she had made earlier, I got acquainted with her huge, menacing-looking cat who was atop of the sofa. He clearly didn’t like me being there and would hiss whenever I tried to stroke him.

After eating she pulled out the sofa bed and got fresh bedding from the wardrobe \(where her cat was now hiding, looking down on me like a statue of Lenin\). We propped ourselves up on the pillows and put on a Russian movie on her ancient laptop. To my surprise she wouldn’t let things progress past the hugging and kissing, even after some on-off fractionation and push-aways. Had I come all the way from Novosibirsk for nothing?

“Let’s get ready for bed” I said, trying to hide my annoyance. “I’ve had a long journey and I want to have a shower first.” I went to the bathroom first and then she did the same, emerging after an eternity in a black silk nightdress. I was already under the sheet \(it was too hot for a duvet\) and rolled over as if I was about to sleep. She got in next to me and pressed herself up against me. “I need haaaard” she whispered. “Please, we fuck haaaaard, I so need.” Music to my ears. I turned over, pinned her down and happily obliged. “Change her mood, not her mind” is the classic Game principle I was reminded of here. Trying to logically convince a girl to sleep with you will never work, but pushing her away and letting her emotions take over is a tried-and-tested technique.

At one point I remember we were going for it, doggy style, me pulling her hair, as her evil cat hissed at me from the wardrobe, his eyes gleaming in the semi dark. It was weirdly erotic knowing that I was fucking his mistress. Outside the apartment building the river ran on, bathed in the mid-summer Siberian twilight.





**LOCKING DOWN LOGISTICS**

**For any long-term daygame travel adventures, repeat visits to your favourite cities are a good idea not just for your morale but because of saving time with logistics.**

**Once you’ve spent 3-4 weeks in a city you’ll know where the daygame spots are, which times are good, where your date venues and cafes to work in are etc. You’ll have figured out how to buy a local SIM card and how to top it up. There will be a handful of shops and supermarkets you’ll have discovered which sell products you like.**

**If you’ve liked your AirBnB apartment, you might well speak to the owner directly and work out a deal \(cash payment\) to prolong your stay and avoid online booking charges. If you want to stay a few months in that city, consider renting a regular apartment by looking on GumTree postings.**

**I’ll often have a “fixer” in the city \(an apartment host, a previous coaching client or even a girl I’ve nailed\) who’s happy to help me with sorting other things like transport for day trips, seminar venues, items I can’t find in shops etc. Don’t underestimate the power of local knowledge and a helping hand.**

**All these small things add up. They mean that when you return to the city you don’t have all the woes of starting from scratch. You can hit the ground running with your daygame and your routines. It can be a “home away from home.”**





### Conclusion

*“If you are afraid of the wolves, don’t go to the woods”*

Russian Proverb.

As I said, I’ve had some fantastic times in Russia and some bloody awful moments. If you can stomach the Soviet vibes and just focus on the hot girls and rich culture under the surface then you'll be fine. Going with a wing or knowing people there will make it half as difficult. It will take time to adjust to the Russian mentality \(although I think an outsider will never fully understand it\) and your patience will be richly rewarded.

Twice I’ve been sucker punched in Russia, both times because I wasn’t really respecting the way things are done there. The first time \(mentioned in Torero Travels\) I was punched in a glitzy Moscow nightclub because I was hitting on a married women despite her husband being a few feet away. The second time was in Saint Petersburg when I turned up for a date. I’d number closed a hot girl in a mall the day before and arranged to meet her at a metro station near my apartment. As I stood there scanning the pavement for her to arrive, her brother \(or boyfriend?\) punched me from behind in a honey trap situation. Luckily before he went for me properly, a traffic policeman came round the corner and we both sprinted off in opposite directions.

In Russia you constantly have to keep reminding yourself you’re “not in Kansas anymore.” This is the Wild West \(or rather east\) and you’ve got to respect the way they do things in their country. There’s no point getting endlessly frustrated by their queuing system or restaurant service. It is what it is, and if you want to go and seduce their women then you’ve got to accept it. “Beauty without sacrifice is impossible."





### SAINT PETERSBURG LOGISTICS

**POPULATION:**

5 million





**GETTING THERE:**

See the section on Moscow logistics for Russian visa details.

If you're flying in, you'll land at Pulkova Airport \(23km south of the city centre\). There's an efficient Aeroport Express shuttle bus which takes you from there all the way to Nevsky Prospekt, 24 hours a day, but I usually take an Uber or a taxi.

If you're brave, haggle with one of the “gypsy taxi” guys outside the Arrivals terminal, agreeing on a fixed price. They won't speak English so have where you're going written down in Russian and show the price on your phone calculator.

If you're coming on the Sapsan train from Moscow \(8-10 daily departures, 3.5-4 hours\) you'll arrive at Moskovsky Station right in the centre of the city, next to Nevsky Prospekt.





**QUALITY OF GIRLS:**

You'll see stunners, just like in Moscow, but not such a concentration of them. There are many tourists packed into a smaller area so it waters down the quality. Still the average is way above the USA or the UK.





**GAME DIFFICULTY:**

A slightly more open response to the daygame but usual Russian dating difficulties apply. Not for beginners. Have some experience with Russian girls before you go.





**MAIN DAYGAME AREAS:**

+ 
Most of the length of Nevsky Prospekt \(from Hermitage up to Galeria Mall\)

+ 
Galeria Mall & outside Moskovsky Train Station

+ 
Planeta Neptun Mall

+ 
Summer Garden park

+ 
Mikhaylovsky park

+ 
Saint Petersburg State University \(two campuses – Vasilievsky Island & Peterhof\)





**DATE VENUES**

As in Moscow, make sure your final venue is a dark bar very near your apartment.

The first venue can be in the centre somewhere on Nevsky Prospekt. I would meet the girls outside Galeria Mall and take them across the road to the William Bass English-style pub \(upstairs there are sofas\).





**RECOMMENDED ACCOMMODATION  
LOCATIONS:**

I got a private room in a shared apartment right in the middle of Nevsky Prospekt. Try to stay as close to this main daygame artery as possible. There are many cheap hostels on the street \(towards the Hermitage\) if you need to save money.

Be careful staying north of the Neva river as the nightly opening of many of the bridges cuts off the islands and means big road detours to get across. I've heard of guys being cock-blocked by this.





**NON-GAME THINGS TO DO:**

Saint Petersburg is one of the world's most beautiful cities, especially during high summer and the White Nights. Spend time soaking in the magic.

+ 
Hermitage Museum / Winter Palace

+ 
St Isaac's Cathedral

+ 
Church of Spilt Blood

+ 
Kazan Cathedral

+ 
Summer Garden

+ 
Peter & Paul Fortress

+ 
Tikhvin Cemetery \(where Dostoyevsky, Tchaikovsky and other greats are buried\)

+ 
Boat trip on the Griboyedov canal

+ 
Peterhof Palace

+ 
Mariinsky Theatre

+ 
Divo Ostrov amusement park

+ 
Royal Beach \(hip club and sandy beach for the summer\)





With no visa needed for most people, Russia’s “little sister” Ukraine is fast becoming the daygamer’s FSU main destination of choice \(after Prague\). Very hot girls, very low cost of living – sounds like paradise, no? If you’ve learnt one thing from this book already, it’s that “all that glitters is certainly not gold.” This chapter aims to unknot the complexities of this country and why it’s not the “pussy paradise” that beginners hope for.

Ukraine right now is literally being pulled apart. With Russia’s invasion of the east and its annexation of Crimea, a significant portion of the country is currently a war zone. In the capital and the west they’re looking towards Europe with a pleading gesture, praying that the European Union will take them under their wing.

Thus the fragmentation of the country. The younger generation \(thanks to the internet and some travel\) despise Russia and long for the American Dream. The older generation often have warm memories of the FSU and are used to the hardships. Ukraine is a pawn in a complex, ongoing chess game between Russia and the west.

It’s not just being pulled apart, but it’s falling apart. The country is paying a heavy price for defending itself \($1.5 billion and counting\) from an economy that was already on its knees. As with Moscow, a first time visitor to Kiev who sticks to the centre, eats in McDonalds and only goes to shopping malls or on guided tours will exclaim “nonsense…Ukraine is functioning nicely\!” But take a bus just ten minutes out of the centre, visit a second / third-tier city or head out into the countryside, and you’ll experience something far far different.



The average salary in 2016 in Ukraine was $188 a month \(far below Belarus, Armenia or even the Philippines\) which gives you a good idea of living conditions for the majority of the nation \(not the new-rich Oligarchs\). Exploring an average Ukrainian town or city is like stepping back into an agricultural scene, like Moldova, complete with vegetables grown at the roadside, horses, chickens and make-shift wooden houses.

I’ve been going to Ukraine for daygame adventures since 2012 \(my first trip there was in December, with heavy snow\) and have seen big changes, especially since the “Euromaiden” revolution in 2014. One of my longer-term girlfriends was from Ukraine \(we had a one year open relationship\) and I travelled around the country extensively with her. Like in Russia, I’ve had some fantastic times there with stunning girls. I’ve also had big lows there facing the same FSU frustrations as described in the previous chapters. Let’s start with Kiev, which will more than likely be your first taste of the country.

Most daygamers come to the same conclusion about their time in Kiev. They love it and they hate it. Sure, there are hot girls aplenty \(far more 8s and 9s than in western Europe, the USA or even Poland and the Czech Republic\) strutting around like catwalk models, heels and skirts on show in the middle of the day. Sure, the ancient city has some beautiful old architecture, culture, parks and an up-and-coming cafe/bar scene, but there’s that same underlying melancholy that I spoke of in Russia. Sadness permeates the air, traces of Soviet times everywhere. 19th Century grandeur infected with 20th Century horrors. Peel back the shiny facade of western hotels and you’ll be exposed to a city that’s on its knees from decades of struggle.

Yes, the beauty of girls is real, but no, they’re not easy to sleep with. Guys come to Kiev hoping to exploit the economic situation and offer girls their “ticket to freedom” with provider passport Game. Even worse, there’s a big sex tourist problem where the transfer of cash is even more obvious. I can understand why poor Ukrainian girls are tempted to take the money off western guys. You’ll see tacky “gold-digger” nightclubs full of foreign guys doing pay-for-play. Many mail-order bride scams run out of Ukraine and lure hapless men to Kiev to wine-and-dine their prospective \(paid for\) partners.

Many guys I’ve met have gone to Kiev with the intention of daygaming, but because of the strong frames of the girls and some early tough sets, they’ve given up and resorted to Tinder or online dating. They may well report back that “hooking up is easy” but what they’re often settling for is sub-par quality or older girls looking for boyfriends. Cold approaching a hot 18 year old there as her lover is an entirely different challenge.

As I’ve already mentioned, the regular girls who you’ll meet through daygame may well have their guard up because of the above, they might have overly romantic notions linked to sex and therefore getting the notch can be painfully slow. Numbers, texting, dates and kissing isn’t the problem – it’s often the last quarter of the Game that is a battle. I’ve had Same Day Lays in Kiev with “liberated” girls who speak good English, but those stories are exceptions to the rule.

Below is a lay report from a trip to Kiev I took with a student in the early summer of 2015, demonstrating a more expected pattern of daygame, dating and seduction you may well face if you go on a trip there. The girl in the report was half westernised and half clinging to her nationalistic roots. This conflict-of-interests not only explains her behaviour, but the mood of the city and country in general.





### Enigmatic Artist

I’d arrived in Kiev with my student for a couple of days to show him the city and the girls so he could compare them to Poland where we’d be living. He wanted to come back later in the year as, like me, he preferred the longer legs and sharper cheek bones of the Slavs.

It was late May and the temperature was already creeping into the mid 20s. Blue and yellow flags fluttered over Independence Square, a place still charred and reeling from the street battles and protests of the previous year. Things were a sorry site compared to my last visit in late 2013. I was happy to be back but the destruction of the city was alarming.

We changed out of our Polish layers into t-shirts, hitting the main daygame street almost straight away. For the two days we’d got a hotel rather than an apartment just for the reconnoissance mission, right next to Independence Square and the burnt out shell of the Trade Union building.

From Independence Square, daygamers will immediately find Khreshchatyk Street – the Oxford Street or Broadway of Kiev – curving south with a very European architectural feel. The pavements have a Soviet-tinged carnival atmosphere; people being accosted by the hawkers and hustlers thrusting doves onto your arm for a paid-for photo \(another superstition\), or old ladies selling kvas \(the national drink\). Small entrepreneurial coffee vans have popped up all along the street and adjacent roads, hinting at the creeping advancement of western ways.

On Sundays they close the entire street to traffic so it becomes a real promenading ground. People young and old often wear the national costume \(vashivanka\), girls sometimes with flowers in their hair. It’s a touching but bizarre place where you’ll catch yourself thinking you’re in Paris if you stand outside Zara or McDonalds, but then be brought down to reality when a peddler attaches a monkey to your shoulder.

It was a culture shock for my American student, who had just about gotten used to the vibe of Poland and the Czech Republic, but was experiencing the real FSU for the first time. Yet the clip clop of high heels, the pencil thin legs, the long flowing feminine hair…all that took the sting out of it and reminded us why we were there.

We warmed up by opening some girls in the tunnels underneath the main square. Then, we took it in turns to go after the faster moving single girls we could find on each side of Khreshchatyk. The student was also having to adjust to the drop in English fluency after Krakow and Prague. Many girls in Kiev will give you the “no English” brush off unless you hold the frame, carry the burden of the awkwardness and build the bridge with your own hands.

Halfway down Khreschchatyk a very pretty girl walked past me with the ovulating sway and wide eyes that I’ve learnt to scan for. She looked to be in her early twenties, mousy blonde hair, slim and wearing a dress. Something about her told me to open. I checked with the student if he was ok with me doing it, and he nodded.

I ran back and front stopped her, the student moving to the side of the street to watch nearby. I’d been right, she was ovulating. A big grin, the flash of tiger eyes, a crackle in the air, an immediate feeling of sexual chemistry. Opens like this feel amazing, but very quickly a hundred questions flood your brain. Have I stopped her before? Is this a false positive, too good to be true? Am I going to burn it by being too “on”?

I was surprised at how good the blonde girl’s English was. Once the fizz of the front stop had faded and we’d reached hook point, she explained that she’d left Kharkiv in the east because of the war and was now in Kiev working as an artist. The gap between us on the bustling pavement was no more than a foot, it was all so sexually charged even though I’d learnt from experience to try and dampen too much chemistry during a set \(due to it also causing flakes, at the other end of the spectrum from the chit-chat nice guy\) but her eye contact was as “on” as mine.

Sasha symbolised today’s Ukraine in one girl. Her blue dress with her blonde hair, like the national flag. Her summer sandals and carefree sunny vibe, like a waft of countryside blowing into the city, hiding the fact that she’d escaped a war zone. Feminine energy bubbling to the surface but protected by an enigmatic exterior that gave little away. Her artistic creativity on show with her sketchpad and homemade jewellery. But a small watercolour-like tattoo on her wrist giving away her rebellious western desires. Multiple contradictions in a single stop.

With the student we’d only just started our daygame session so I scrapped the idea of bouncing her for an instant date or pushing for anything further, even though she said she wasn’t doing much that day. I told her I’d be free in the evening and that we should have a drink later, which she seemed up for. With an exchange of numbers, she skipped off down the street like one of the flags dancing in the breeze.

The rest of the afternoon was spent showing the student the main daygame hotspots of the city and doing a mini number farm to test open-close / flake ratios for him and I in comparison to Poland and the Czech Republic. Even though it was only May, the warm sun made sticky sweaty work of the hustling so we retreated back to the hotel by early evening to shower and ping the numbers we’d got.

I fired off a text to Sasha. After two hours or so, still no reply. A huge part of the frustration of daygame is when you know you’ve had a great set and it feels so on, but then the number flakes. Then a weaker “throwaway” set might end up coming out and ending as a lay. Oftentimes you want to shake your fist at the daygame gods and shout “it’s not fair\!” even though the unpredictability and hot-cold nature of pickup is what makes it so addictive. The Game games you\!

My student and I headed out of the hotel for some dinner in the restaurant next door. Over food we chatted about FSU frustrations: street iciness, the sex tourist vibe of Kiev, the need for a watertight backstory \(see below\), the flakiness and princess behaviour. As we shared our mutual tales of woe we’d snap back to reality when a long pair of legs in heels strutted past the terrace, or a stunning waitress flashed us a smile. Kiev encapsulates this infuriating paradox: tricky Game and tough conditions but hot girls.

As we fished off our main courses, Sasha appeared from behind a waitress, all dressed up and beaming at me. “How did you know where we were?” I asked her. “Easy,” she said, “All the westerners stay around here and eat in this place.” The student and I gestured to her to sit down, which lead to some accidental classic attraction switches being flipped as she had to watch us finish eating and we chatted amongst ourselves. She declined a drink, instead sitting patiently as we got dessert and the bill. When she went to the bathroom I asked my student if he was happy for me to go off with her, which he said was cool.

From Independence Square we walked up the steep hill past St Michael’s Monastery to St Sophia Square, the golden domes reflecting the last rays of the warm summer day. She was still the dreamy, creative, fizzy girl I’d encountered earlier that day but now the predictable questions began: why was I in Kiev? Why was I staying in a hotel which was famous for Turkish and American sex tourists? How old was I? What was my job? Why was I single?

None of these questions should be at all new or surprising to an experienced daygamer who travels. However, to a beginner they can easily blindside him. He’ll give dry, logical answers that qualify himself, not realising that they’re all shit tests \(see the “Backstory” boxout below\). I answered Sasha’s questions with a mixture of cocky funny, role play and grounding, flipping things around and qualifying her about why she’d chosen Kiev, why she had an American accent, how tall she was, and why she’d left her family back east. It’s vital to stay non-reactive \(“the first one to react loses”\) and demonstrate to her that you’ve got a strong frame.

As dusk fell I suggested a drink in a bar near Golden Gate. I was kicking myself for not getting an apartment with the student – hotels in Ukraine are awful for pulling as door security and reception will ask to see the girl’s ID and accuse her of being a prostitute \(read my Lviv story in Torero Travels\). Hotels are never a good plan anyway, as they immediately generate the girl’s Anti-Slut Defences and Token Last Minute Resistance. My plan was to have a few drinks with Sasha and then bounce to her place. She’d already told me that she lived alone in an old apartment near Andriyivskyy Descent, one of the most beautiful parts of the city not too far away.

We walked from St Sophia’s through the posh area of embassies and 5-star hotels towards a tiny park overlooking the river – my favourite date spot in Kiev – called Peizazhna Alley. Lined with sculptures, benches, late-night live jazz musicians and lovers nestled in each others’ arms on the grass, it’s the perfect place to look out over Old Kiev and begin the seduction phase of the date model.

Sasha told me about how hard it was to leave her mother and sister amidst the war in the east of Ukraine. She’d come to Kiev to earn some money as a painter, as was currently training under a well-known tattoo artist in the city to learn the art of inking \(even though she didn’t like them on herself\). Her interest in indie American films meant that she’d learnt much of her English \(and gained her accent\) from hours spent pouring over cult cinema classics.

Each time I tried to move away from comfort with a sexual spike or some verbal escalation, she rejected it by switching the conversation to something philosophical or poetical. Whilst many guys fall for this dreaminess and get caught up in the romance of the moment, it’s vital to keep control of the flow and take things sexual. “But I’m connecting with her\!” the newbie will cry. No – lust has to come first.

We sat inside one of the enclosed sculpture benches \(blatantly designed for couples to have some kissing privacy\) and side by side. I was able to start physically escalating….first touching her hands, then her hair, and finally pulling her in to see if she passed the “Floppy Test”. She’d rest her head on my shoulder, allow me to pull her in for warmth \(it was getting chilly\) but she turned her face away when I tried to kiss her, multiple times. Even her cheek was out of bounds. Again, if you’ve done daygame in the FSU then this will all be familiar to you.

This is when a player needs to make a decision. Should you carry on escalating, despite weak compliance, and risk crossing the “point of no return” where she flakes, or should you back off, build more rapport and seed things for a second date? It’s especially hard to read with FSU girls as you’re not sure if the iciness is a test or a barrier. A skilled seducer is calibrated from being in the same situation many times before. Like an expert fisherman, he knows when to reel in and when to release. When to be “on” and when to be “off.” I term this fractionation.

Sasha explained that she was nervous of my attempts because she’d been stung a few times since arriving in Kiev. A few guys had offered her free / discounted apartments but had then been pushy for something in return. An American guy had offered to pay for rent for an entire year if she’d then move to Houston with him. She’d stop going to bars after an Italian guy from a club had dragged her into a car park and she’d gotten away because of a passerby stepping in. Now I understood why she had her guard up.





**BACKSTORY**

**In the FSU \(especially in Russia, Ukraine and Belarus\) it’s very important to have your backstory ready when girls ask you “Why are you here?” Many daygamers will trip up and tell the girl they’re just there for a few days as a tourist. This will either trigger her into giving you helpful “things to do” advice \(which kills the sexual vibe\) or she’ll put you into the sex tourist \(pay-for-play\) box.**

**See her question for what it really is – a shit test. She’s unconsciously filtering you to see if you’ll falter, like an immigration officer at passport control. As with any shit test, the first go-to strategy is to “Agree & Amplify.” When she asks me why I’m in the city I’ll say I’m a spy like 007, there to find misbehaving blonde architects \[insert details about her\] on behalf of the Queen of England.**

**As I’ve mentioned already, teasing and banter in the FSU doesn’t go down as well as in western Europe or North America, so it’s important to provide her with a brief “grounding” answer to her question \(without self-qualifying\).**

**I tell girls that my job involves travel, and that I’m “in and out” of her city or that I “come and go” \(she doesn’t get the innuendo, don’t worry\). I keep things vague and purposefully make sure she knows I’m neither a tourist or here for paid for sex. Often I’ll point out sex tourists and chat about why they ruin the city, using the Elephant In The Room strategy. Once she knows you’re not just in the city for a few days, and that she can see you again \(even as the lover\) she’ll relax a lot more.**

**I’ll mention I have friends in the city \(some local\) and that my job is training men with their confidence. For your own situation, work on a watertight backstory before you land in that city, making sure you’re not self-qualifying or doing Provider Game bragging about your swanky NYC apartment or Caribbean yacht.**



With the park now shrouded in darkness we walked towards St Andrew’s Church and the cobbled street of Andriyivskyy Descent, famous for the house of Bulgakov and its bohemian vibes. A perfect location for enigmatic Sasha to live. Along the way I made sure I’d made my intentions clear, even though I’d not gotten the kiss and only some light kino. I ran my set pieces about “Why Men & Women Can’t Be Friends” and started the verbal escalation questions – what kind of guys she found attractive, what her guilty pleasure was and why she was single.

The good news was that she said in the past she’d always dated bad boys “but was now trying to be better.” Her guilty pleasure was a cigarette when she painted to get her in the zone. The bad news was that she’d recently taken a break from guys and was going to church almost daily to “find herself.” Ah, the contradictions, the forebrain-hindbrain conflict, the fluid bad-girl-to-good-girl continuum. If this book could be simmered down to one concept, it would be this.

Outside Sasha’s drab apartment building I made a last ditch attempt to kiss her by standing her on a wall \(to “compare heights”\) and pulling her in. A peck on the lips was all I got before she pulled away. “You’re leaving soon,” she said, “maybe next time if you come back.” I even ran my usual “let me come up and use your bathroom” line but she grinned and called out my hustle. “Does that really work in Kiev?” she smiled as she gave me a hug and disappeared behind her rusting apartment door.

That was that, I thought. I’d trained hard enough to have the skill, but I’d not been dealt the right cards. It’s a key mindset for an experienced Street Hustler to have. Rather than getting reactive and sulky for days over a date result that wasn’t my fault, I’ve learnt to zoom out and remember that it’s part of the Game. There are more losses than wins. But when you win, you win big. So as long as I’m up at the end of the year, that’s what matters.

A couple of days later I was back in middle Europe finishing the residential programme with the student. Sasha and I had exchanged some WhatsApp messages but I wasn’t counting my chickens. I had other leads to try and close in Poland so long game over text with her wasn’t a priority. But as often happens, my accidental push-away with silence triggered her to initiate things more. “Attraction is in the push” a player has to continually remember. Once a girl is hooked, the more you push her away, the stronger her attraction for you becomes. It’s counter-intuitive to the average guy, but totally true.

Fast forward a month or so and I was back in Ukraine, now baking in heavy summer sun. I’d flown into Kiev to go to a friend’s wedding in a city 500km away. On the way back home I stopped off in Kiev for a couple of days and fired off a feeler message to Sasha about possibly meeting up. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. She replied immediately, saying she’d meet me next to Golden Gate mid-afternoon. And there she was, in a blue summer dress, sandals, a small flower in her blonde hair. Bohemian and lovely, was she dressed up because she was ready to go?

From there we walked slowly towards the botanical gardens, taking our time and acting like newlyweds. Lack of “assumed familiarity” is one of the biggest student sticking points, where they behave around girls like colleagues or dinner party guests. The trick is to treat her like a beautiful puppy dog or partner in crime. Relax. Have fun. Spike her emotions. Accuse her. Make fun of her. Tell her off. Act like you’ve know her for years. “She's your bratty little sister, ignore her beauty” I repeated to myself in my head.

In the gardens we lay on the grass and took things gradually. I seeded a possible bounce by talking about the music / films she liked, meanwhile playing with her hair as she rested her head on my stomach. Smaller kisses on her head and cheeks lead to a light kiss on the mouth, which finally turned into a make-out when she was sure nobody was looking – she was shyer than other FSU girls when it came to the Public Displays of Affection.

Sasha told me about the new painting pieces she’d completed and the progress she’d made with her tattoo course. She was managing to earn a living by selling her paintings to her elderly landlady. Finally she was starting to enjoy the city now that summer had arrived. The worries and stresses she had when I met her previously had vanished.

From the botanical gardens we walked to a cafe for a iced coffee, and from there the bounce to my apartment near Golden Gate felt natural and smooth. The heat of the afternoon was building into a charged stormy sky, ready to break, so that was another reason to “take shelter” in my place and put a film on. “I’ve not been on a date with a guy for a long time” Sasha said as we climbed the stairs to my apartment. “Don’t rush me, I’m not normally fast”, she said. Usual Token LMR lines. I responded with the standard phrase: “It’s okay, I understand.”

The movie never happened. She smoked a cigarette from the balcony \(which was luckily through the living room in my bedroom\) while I poured some wine and opened my playlist. The sky grew darker and loud cracks emanated from above as the rain came down mixed with bright bolts of lightning. Sasha walked over to the laptop on the bed and put on her playlist instead: strange psychedelic space prog-rock. It was perfect music to relax to. We sat on the bed and just hugged. No talking. No escalating. Just holding each other for a while, listening to the music. It’s an LMR-buster that I often forget to use.

Sasha went over to the open balcony door, watching the rain lash down and the sky explode with bangs and flashes. From here I remember things in slow motion. Standing behind her, playing with her hair. Kissing her neck. Biting her ears. Up against the wall. Heavy make outs. Her on her knees, a blowjob from heaven. Pinning her against the balcony door frame and pulling off her dress. Picking her up and fucking her standing up. Scratching. Clawing. Built up tension released in a mighty mega storm of passion. All the while the rain coming down and the prog-rock blasting. A night of great sex.


I enjoy these mini open relationships and associated memories far more than quick, simple lays that have no backstory or tension. The build up for the fisherman, the gambler or the pickup artist is as enjoyable \(if not more so\) than the win. In the FSU, the complex chess games you have to play to get the victories makes them taste even sweeter than normal daygame notches.





### Conclusion

Start with Kiev and see if you and her get along. Try a 5-day trip first to do a daygame reconnaissance and get your bearings. Once you’ve got a taste of the country, check out Lviv in the west \(800,000\) which is beautiful but has limited daygame opportunities. Even though I wrote about Odessa in *Torero Travels*, I now advise guys to avoid it because of the heavy sex tourist vibes and small daygame area. Kiev is large enough to keep you going with hustling in its malls, shopping streets and parks for months on end. Just remember that \(as with the rest of the FSU\) in top summer the city empties out of students and local girls as they escape to the coast, their cottages or abroad.

Go to Ukraine with the right mindset and all will be well. It’s not western Europe, it’s not the USA, it is what it is. Don’t expect all the home comforts or the fast sex of the west and you won’t be disappointed. Constantly remind yourself why things are like that. Remember that the country is at war. Have an understanding of the cultural differences. Take your time to look beyond the shiny city centre and modern facade. Don’t be tempted by lower quality online, with Tinder or pay-for-play. You’re going there to daygame some of the hottest girls on the planet, without promising them anything in return.





**CITY RED FLAGS**

**Below are some of the things to watch out for when considering a city to daygame in. All of these things have the potential to negatively impact the hustling there:**

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**Lots of tourists / tour groups \(meaning higher city centre prices and tacky shops\)**

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**Stag \(bachelor\) parties, with large groups of foreign guys making a bad name for themselves with the associated strip clubs, shot bars, Segways and paint balling trips**

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**Sex tourists / pay-for-play bars, giving the city a SE Asia vibe where guys are tricked into thinking they're “running game” when really the semi-pro girls are gaming them**

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**Limited daygame spots\(not enough pedestrian streets, malls, parks etc\) with a spread out area needing a car**

+ 
**Limited university population, so lack of students**

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**Extreme weather \(hot/cold\)**

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**Repressed culture \(heavily religious\) where socialising and hedonism is frowned upon**





### KIEV LOGISTICS

**POPULATION:**

2.8 million





**GETTING THERE:**

You'll be flying into Boryspil Airport \(19 miles east of the city\) from where you can take the Sky Bus into the city centre \(it stops by the train station\) or just jump in an Uber. The official airport taxis are cheap and efficient too, just make sure you agree to the fair in advance and have the address written down in Russian.





**QUALITY OF GIRLS:**

Very good. Longs of catwalk-like girls amongst a good average. The city is spread out so you'll have to do lots of walking to find the top tier.





**GAME DIFFICULTY:**

Hard. Expect many frosty, low-invested interactions. Getting the number and a first date is not really the problem. It's the endgame where things get tough. Strong frame, polarity and leading is essential.





**MAIN DAYGAME AREAS:**

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Kreschatyk Street \(from Maidan to Arena City\)

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Independence Square \(and the mall underneath\)

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Golden Gate

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Taras Shevchenko Park \(in front of university\)

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Leo Tolstoy Square metro and tunnels to Kreschatyk

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Gulliver Mall

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Ocean Plaza Mall





**DATE VENUES**

I use cafes and bars on Prorizna Street \(right angles to Kreschatyk\) or around Golden Gate, meeting them at the metro there.

Pick out a dark bar near your apartment ready for the second venue bounce.

Be prepared to go on short “bridge” dates between your main ones while you try and kill time and get her comfortable enough to bounce to your place. I often walk around parks with the girl: Volodymyrska Hill, Mariinskiy Park or the Botanical Gardens next to the university.





**RECOMMENDED ACCOMMODATION  
LOCATIONS:**

Most daygamers stay just off Kreschatyk and Independence Square, as prices are so reasonable for city centre logistics. Anywhere around Taras Shevchenko Park is ideal too. Just check there's a metro nearby plus some bars and cafes.





**NON-GAME THINGS TO DO:**

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St Andrew's Church & surrounding area

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St Michael's Monastery

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St Sophia's Cathedral

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Botanical Gardens

+ 
Dnieper River \(summer beaches, boat trips, bars\)

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Motherland Monument

+ 
Bulgakov Museum

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1 or 2 day trip to Chernobyl \(2 hours away\)

+ 
Chernihiv \(a historical city 1.5 hours away\)





Belarus is the “land that time forgot.” Ask most people if they’ve heard of it, or where it is on a map, and you’ll get blank faces \(despite it being the size of Italy and sitting right next door to Poland\). With Russia to the east, Ukraine to the south and the Baltics to the north, it shouldn’t be a surprise to daygamers that there are hot girls there.

So why the anonymity? The name Belarus roughly translates as “White Russia” but “Grey Russia” would be more apt metaphorically. It’s a country closely tied to Russia \(with possibilities of the two becoming a Union State\) despite it nominally being called European. Belarus is a time machine back to USSR where you can not only glimpse how things were in the FSU but immerse yourself in it.

The capital Minsk is saturated with Stalinist \(“Brutalist”\) architecture giving it a heavy, overbearing feeling. There’s a distinct lack of western capitalistic comforts so you might feel like you’ve landed in North Korea rather than a European capital city. The centre is eerily spotless, with workers painting and repainting lampposts and soldiers patrolling in packs. Right in the middle of the city on Independence Avenue you’ll walk past the ominous-looking KGB building, still very active in policing the strict political status quo.

Getting into Belarus is slightly more complex than Russia. A visa is needed but the process of getting it is more archaic and hit-or-miss \(see the logistics box-out at the end of the chapter\). Very few western tourists visit the country annually \(less than 140,000\) so you’re going to feel the Spotlight Effect. Readers are strongly advised to try daygame in Russia and Ukraine first before booking a trip, to get your FSU bearings and become calibrated to the vibe.

I originally planned to write up a lay report or two for each country chapter, add in some logistical information and leave it at that. But taking onboard lessons from my first two books, I realised that this didn’t give the full picture of daygaming abroad. What follows is a compilation of things I experienced during my Minsk adventures; the good, the bad and the very ugly.





### First visit \(Spring 2013\)

My first trip to Minsk was with my wing Steve in the early months of 2013, snow still on the ground. I’d met a few Belarusian girls whilst daygaming in London and Lithuania and knew of their beauty, but hadn’t plucked up the courage to actually go there alone. After learning the FSU ropes in Moscow, I felt more confident so sorted visas with Steven and hopped on a flight to Minsk.

It was Steven’s first experience of the FSU and he'd been excited to hit the ground, but when he got there he was shocked. The shabby apartment, brutal weather, stern service, underground tunnels lined with babushkas…..and very hot girls. Nowhere else in the FSU is this contradiction so apparent as in Belarus. In one of the grimmest cities on the planet, you’ll find some of the most stunning girls. If it wasn’t for the latter, there would be absolutely no reason to visit \(unless you have a fetish for Communism\).



For the first couple of days we wrapped up in layers and hit the main daygame areas to subtly started approaching. Minsk is not a city where you want to jump in front of girls twenty times in a row, in full view of KGB officers and the army. We’d talk to girls in the parks, girls at tram stops, girls in cafes, or side up to them on the pavement. Staying under-the-radar. IOIs came by the bucketload but it was hard to tell if they were curious glances or horny signals. Numbers were easy to get and many of the girls would reply to the initial text. Steven and I chinked our Soviet beers and toasted early success. We’d struck gold we thought. Pussy Paradise at last\!

Or not. Shit tests came at us like Cold War missiles. They combed through our backstory like a Kremlin interrogation. Why were we in Belarus? How long were we staying? What did we want from them long-term? Why were we bachelors? What was wrong with London? Why didn’t we speak Russian?

We quickly realised that this was like an extreme form of Russian or Ukrainian daygame and dating. Numbers, texting and getting them out wasn’t that much of a problem. It was when we’d start to escalate things towards intimacy that things unravelled. The cultural and religious pressures on them meant that starting a family at a young age was normal in Belarus. Without many of the western influences, they weren’t that accustomed to fast, no-strings sex or casual open relationships. Prolonged dating \(with the teddies, roses, movies and long walks\) was the norm.

“I knew it\! There are good girls who are not like the cheap American/UK ‘whores’ back home\!” I hear you cry. “If I go to Belarus I’ll find my special snowflake girl who’s not like all the rest\!” I hate to spoil your Purity Fantasy but that’s not the case. With different environmental pressures, a girl will behave in different ways. Plenty of Belarusians go on holiday outside of the country each year and have One Night Stands with bartenders in Greece. Many girls in Minsk have learnt how to fish for Sugar Daddies online or in one of the provider clubs in the city frequented mostly by Arabic or Italian men. In Belarus, I’ve had Same Night Lays, First Date Lays and sex with married women or girls with boyfriends.

By “prolonged dating” I’m just talking about the norm. Even though you can present yourself as the nomadic lover to them, most girls will be filtering for you to be the stable long-term boyfriend or potential husband. That’s not to say she doesn’t watch porn or occasionally have a drunken fling with a local DJ, but just that because of the overall situation in the country, it’s in her interests to lock down a provider.

This is deeply frustrating for an outlaw cad. It’s like having the finest prime steak wafted under your nose and then having it taken away just as you’re getting the knife and fork out. In Minsk, I daygamed and dated some spectacularly beautiful girls but after only a bit of handholding and a peck on the lips by date number four, I threw in the towel. I could have pretended to be their boyfriend and invested my time with them on another dozen dates to get the lay and then do a runner, but that was far too much work over a period of time I didn’t have.

Steven got tired of the frostiness and flakes, stopping his daygame mission after the first week to concentrate on his online business. I carried on for a couple more weeks and toughened up my frame as in Moscow to cope with the Token LMR and road blocks. By the end of the trip, I’d gotten a number of lays and some half-baked leads to potentially come back to. In truth, that wasn’t why the trip was memorable. What happened in the final few days, aside from the girls, was what really made the place book-worthy.

During that first expedition to Minsk with Steven, I’d gotten a message from a daygamer back in London warning me of trouble. The message said that there was a foreign businessman in Minsk who’d moved there for the girls, and that he didn’t take kindly to others arriving in the city. His hustle was in the high-end clubs, table hosting for large groups of girls and lavishing them with free alcohol and gifts. Because we’d been only doing daygame, I assumed we’d never cross paths.

In the third week of the trip, I passed him in the street as I was bouncing a girl back to the apartment. He immediately recognised me from my videos online, scowling at me as he walked by. Soon after, I’d get a message from him personally telling me that I wasn’t welcome in the city, and that he would “take steps” to make sure I didn’t come back.

I showed the message to Steven and we laughed it off. I vaguely knew that the businessman was well connected in the city in terms of clubs, bars and model agencies, but I didn’t realise how well connected. This saga would only resurface months and years later on my future trips to the city.

The expedition to Minsk finished with a girl I was dating in Moscow coming over to spend a few days with me. We went to see a first-class performance of Swan Lake at the Ballet and Opera House \(costing £4\), took walks in the parks and sat on benches underneath rusting ferris wheels and lonely statues. We both knew the lovers’ bubble wasn’t to last.





### Second Visit Late Autumn 2013\)

I returned to Minsk towards the end of the year for three reasons: close loops from the first trip, gather new leads and finish writing my book *Torero Travels* in peace. I’d gotten an apartment just down the street from where Lee Harvey Oswald \(the assassin of John F Kennedy\) lived when he came to Minsk in 1959.

Oswald had fled to the USSR claiming to be a Marxist, and was sent to Minsk to work in a radio and TV factory. He was given a one-bedroom apartment in the city centre, bugged and monitored closely by the KGB. As the only American in the city, he was the first “daygamer” in the history of Belarus, chasing the local university girls and frequenting a nearby girls’ dormitory on many nights. “He would come without warning and knock at someone’s door and say, ‘Hello, here I am’” says Inna Markava, a student there at the time \(read her full article online\). He basked in his novelty status and eventually married a local girl there in 1961 whom he had a child with, before his now infamous return to the USA a year later.





**FSU APARTMENTS**

**Even Lee Harvey Oswald wrote how he missed home comforts after spending time in USSR apartments. Not much has changed in the last sixty years since he was in Minsk. Interior design is kitsch and spartan. The apartment photos on AirBnB or Booking.com websites are more often than not very misleading.**

**Many of the places I’ve stayed in have been palatial in size, but soul-destroying in nature. With old Soviet buildings in the city centres now converted to apartments, you’ll have lots of space but the loneliness will be amplified. Peeling floral wallpaper, ill-fitting furniture, faux-leather sofas, garish chandeliers, scratchy duvet covers and broken showers. Get ready for some serious time travel.**

**In the entrance to the apartment building there may well be a KGB-like old lady sitting in a glass-fronted booth checking the comings and goings. The elevator will look like something from a Hitchcock horror movie and the stairwell will be littered with broken glass and cigarette butts. Ah, the joys of Soviet living.**

**Initially just book a few nights in a place to test it, after reading reviews thoroughly. Is the bed firm? Are there hot showers? What about a washing machine? How fast is the wi-fi? Are girls comfortable with coming back to your area?**



The second trip to Minsk was productive. Every morning I’d take my laptop down to a local cafe, wrapped in my winter coat against the light snow flurries, and aim to complete a portion of the new book. I’d head back to the apartment for lunch and then pop out to do some stealth daygame early afternoon in the parks and malls, finishing before the early darkness descended. In the evening I’d either see girls that I’d slept with on the previous trip, or try to set up new dates.

Highlights of the trip included sleeping with a girl I’d met outside a shopping centre who looked like a young Angelina Jolie, plus sealing the deal with a blonde hairdresser who made up for a reduced IQ with her increased plastic boobs.

Lows included some daygame burnout \(2013 had been a mad year of travel\) and the occasional evening depression and loneliness that a bachelor experiences as the price for his freedom. Quitting my job and travelling the world to just do daygame was amazingly liberating but also scary. When a man is faced with no structure, no routine, no rules and no major goals after years of being on the societal treadmill it’s unnerving and almost dangerous. You have to start from scratch with training yourself to be your own boss and set up your own structures and meaning. That would take me until at least 2015 to figure out.





### Third Visit \(Spring 2014\)

My third visit to Minsk was the lowest point in my daygame journey so far, for numerous reasons. On paper it looks like the best – in the one month there I slept with the most girls I’ve ever closed in that time span, and a couple of them were really top quality. Money was coming in from my published books and video products and quitting my full-time job had paid off. I had an inbox full of requests from across the globe for live teaching and the means to travel whenever, wherever.

But that all meant nothing. Inside I was bottling up the anger and worry from my father being very ill back home, in and out of hospital and now in a nursing home. My mother was holding things together and visiting him daily, but she was under immense stress. I’d spend time at home between daygame trips and help my mum as best I could, but it all felt hopeless. We knew my dad’s health was declining, but we didn’t know at what rate.

I’d gone to Minsk \(with my mum’s blessing\) to try and run away from the situation at home. For that trip I was sharing a 3-bedroom apartment by the train station with two other daygamers. Looking back, I should have foreseen what was going to happen. Travelling with the right guys is essential for even short trips, but a month of intense daygame with guys who have conflicting vibes is a recipe for disaster. Sure enough, it didn’t take long for things to unwind.

One of the guys was a very active, very competent daygamer which meant there was an immediate competition between us. Who was out getting the most leads? Who had the most dates? Who got the most lays? Who had the hottest girls? Living in the same apartment, under the usual strains of any FSU trip, there’s no room to hide as you’re literally only feet away from your wing nailing a girl in the next room. The other guy was relatively new to FSU daygame trips and so after a week of bleak Minsk game conditions, his vibe crashed and he spent the remainder of the trip in a dark mood, retreating into cafes to work and avoiding pickup at all costs.

Every few days I’d Skype with my mum to see how things were at home. No news was good news but I was constantly torn between feeling guilty for not being there and then frustrated at the helpless situation. Daygame and dating were my little daily distractions from the worry and woe.

One afternoon, myself and one of the guys from the apartment were in a local cafe working on a writing project. We’d try and schedule afternoon dates in the cafe where girls came to see us for a quick coffee, serving as a ‘bridge’ second date after heavy escalation on the first date. There were so many leads to get through, we’d often both have two or three dates a day.

As I stood up to go and put my coat on by the cafe door, in walked the foreign businessman and a mutual acquaintance from London. As soon as he saw me he was seething. “What are you doing here?” he barked. “I told you what would happen if I saw you here again.”

Instinctively I sat back down at the table where my wing was still working. I motioned for the businessman and his friend to sit down too. His barking turned to shouting and banging his fist on the table. Old ladies drinking tea in the corner of the cafe asked him to keep it down. “Why are you here?” he raged, pushing close up against me and jabbing his finger in my face. Slowly he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a bundle of US dollars, wrapped in an elastic band, like something from a tacky gangster movie. “With this I can have you removed” he said. “Don’t forget which country you’re in.”

My wing tried to act as the voice of reason, calming down the situation by talking to the businessman and our acquaintance in a slow, measured voice about when we were leaving. This seemed to do the trick and the threats turned to calmer conversation about business and London life. After a few minutes the businessman and his side-kick got up to go. It seemed peace had been restored. “Hit him” the acquaintance muttered as he put on his coat. Slam\! I was sucker punched in the side of the head by the businessman, who was raging once more. “That’s just the start\!” he shouted over the gasps from the other customers and waitresses in the cafe, leaving with the acquaintance as suddenly as he’d arrived.

My travel partner and I sat there stunned. “Did that just happen?” he said, as shocked as I was. My cheek and jaw stung, but luckily the punch had missed my eye, nose or teeth. I retreated back to the shabby apartment to put a frozen bag of peas on my face and tell the other wing what had just happened. It was all so surreal, so bizarre.

After a few hours I defiantly left the apartment to go and do some daygame, resolute that I wasn’t going to be intimidated by such farcical threats. I had a third date scheduled with one of the hottest girls from the trip later that evening, and I wanted to get my vibe back to a positive mood after being shaken up by the cafe events. I kept checking what my face looked like in shop window reflections, relieved that there was very little bruising.

That evening I took the hot 18 year old student to a grungy bar in the centre and tried to enjoy the live music and her feminine company. I’d got her on my bed on the second date but Token LMR was insurmountable, though she seemed totally relaxed on this date and very sensual. We drank, smoked, danced a bit to the cheesy Soviet-style rock and made-out against the bar in full view of everyone. It felt very on. When I suggested the bounce home, she agreed immediately.

As we walked out of the bar, arm in arm, into the chilly evening air, I checked my phone to see five missed calls. All of them from my mum. “Wait a second” I said to the girl as I called my mum back. Straight away I knew that something was very very wrong, from the wobble in my mum’s voice. She told me that my dad was back in hospital but this time things were worse. He’d deteriorated rapidly over 24 hours and the doctors had suggested my sister and I get to his bedside as soon as we could.

The girl saw the panic on my face and put out her cigarette. I explained that something urgent had come up and that we’d have to postpone things until next time. She was disappointed but tried to give me words of encouragement before vanishing into the metro. I ran back to the apartment and franticly searched on my laptop for the next available flight from Minsk to London. Early the next morning I was somewhere over Europe flying back to the UK, and by late afternoon I was standing next to my dad’s hospital bed with my mum and sister.

During that night my father passed away, my mum sitting next to him, loyal and loving ’till the end. She wanted to be alone with him for his final hours. My sister was back in London with her family and I was in my childhood house, unable to sleep and waiting for a phone call from my mum.

Everything went numb. Time stopped. It was impossible to internalise what had just happened.





### Conclusion

Belarus can be brutal if you’re not prepared for it. Multiply the FSU daygame warnings in the previous chapters by a factor of two. You’re going to face numerous barriers to lover-mode fast lays, the living conditions will take their toll and your frame is going to be tested to the max from all sides.

The girls are as beautiful as you’ll find in Russia or Ukraine, but their naivety makes them harder to get into bed for a speedy home run. Once again, that doesn’t make them “good girl angels,” more like inexperienced bipolar prisoners longing for western freedoms.

Don’t go there hunting for your special snowflake who’s “not like all the rest” or who’s “marriage material.” It’s classic idealistic blinkers, which even some pickup artists fall for. Under different environmental conditions, the same girls will behave very differently. Girls marry young out of necessity, due to the socio-economic conditions there. But divorce rates are sky high in the FSU \(the highest in the world\), blamed on alcoholism, poor living conditions, financial difficulties, infidelity and domestic violence. Belarus has even been dubbed the “land of broken marriages.” As the Russian saying goes: “If you're going to war, pray once. If you go on a sea journey, pray twice. But pray three times if you're going to be married.”



**COUNTIES WITH THE HIGHEST DIVORCE RATES IN THE WORLD \(2016\):**

**Russia \(51%\)**

**Belarus \(48%\)**

**Ukraine \(42%\)**

**Moldova \(41%\)**

Because of their suppressed desires and often young divorced status, when they do travel or finally sleep with a daygame cad, they can explode from the Pressure Cooker Effect. Some of the girls I’ve slept with have gone on to be very clingy and obsessive because they’re not equipped to deal with the reality of the Sexual Market Place. Being raised on Disney Romance ideals, it’s a shock to the system when biology comes knocking.

For a real taste of adventure, take a train or bus outside of Minsk to another Belarusian city. I visited a girl in the city of Vitsyebsk \(birthplace of the painter Chagal\) to close her; the poverty and Stalinist nightmare was beyond anything I’ve seen in Siberia, rural Moldova or rural Ukraine.

My memories of the country are not all bad. Some of the more **positive moments** include:

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Number closing five girls separately and inviting them all out to a club as an experiment in social proof and jealousy plot-lines. Old school Game kicked in and I ended up sleeping with the one I wanted, despite burning the other four\!

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Some speedy sex against the odds. In Minsk, I’ve managed two Same Night Lays from clubs, park sex and toilet sex. Pushing things to the max showed me that rapid escalation works the world over, just not consistently enough in the FSU to make it a reliable, repeatable strategy. In countries like Belarus it's a high-risk strategy that burns many leads.

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Being taken to the circus on a second date by a girl I’d daygamed. It wasn’t my idea of a good date venue but she’d got tickets. The circus was like something from 1950’s America. Dancing dogs, elephants doing ballet, a lion tamer, dangerous high wire walkers…… none of this would be allowed in the rest of Europe, but it was a blast. The girl was a spitting image of Uma Thurman from the movie Pulp Fiction, and later that evening back at mine before the lay I got her to dance around the living room to “Stuck In The Middle With You.”


I’ve already written about many of the **lows**. There was a also a girl who found my website and proceeded to contact every girl on my Facebook \(I’d not learnt to lock everything down back then\). She burnt a good load of my Belarusian leads but an unexpected bonus was that one girl got more attracted by the bad-boy preselection and chased me. I ended up dating her for half a year.

At the end of each Minsk trip, I was always so ready to leave. Taking the bus across the border to Vilnius in Lithuania was like going from black and white to colour. Children laughing, people smiling, opportunities in abundance from creative capitalism all around, Vilnius felt like stepping into Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory after a Soviet nightmare.

Guys go to Eastern Europe and the FSU with a “grass-is-always-greener” escape plan but then realise they actually miss the comforts of the west. A decent coffee shop, a well-stocked supermarket, a cool bar scene, promiscuous girls…only when you leave your home country do you realise what’s great about it.

For the effort involved in getting to Belarus and the long-game struggles required to close the girls there, you’d be better off giving other FSU countries a go like first, like Ukraine. There are hundreds of countries more beautiful, more culturally rich, more stimulating and more satisfying. Daygame’s meant to be a life-enriching hobby, not something that saps your soul.





**WING SELECTION**

**Belarus taught me some hard lessons about daygame wing selection. If you’re both not compatible, it’s going to backfire. Travelling with friends for long periods is hard enough, but throw competition, jealousy and moodiness into the mix and it’s volatile.**

**Your daygame wing needs to be positive and symbiotic, not someone who leeches vibe or taps your state. Make sure a session with them on the street leaves you feeling energised and warm, not drained and bleak. Have a look at this check list to see if they meet the following requirements:**

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**They get you out of your head, not in your head**

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**They take it in turns to open and not use you as an approach coach**

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**They don’t take all the IOIs or steal every open opportunity**

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**They’re encouraging and upbeat after you come back from a set**

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**They help you out in a 2-set by occupying the potential cock-block**


**You’ve got to return that value by following those guidelines yourself. In FSU cities with tough conditions, it’s all to easy for both of you to slip into negativity and moaning, but this has to be stopped. You’ll both cause each other to spiral into a whining tail spin of despair.**

**Finding the perfect wing is tough. It’s one of the reasons why I prefer to daygame solo most of the time. I control the weather in my head, I’m the captain of the ship, I can monitor my vibe and decide on who and when to open. For a beginner a wing has a lot of value, but after you’ve done your first few hundred sets then you should be able to roll solo.**

**A good compromise is to have a FSU travel buddy that you either share an apartment with or live close by to, but just meet for your meals, beers and excursions a few times a day. You can both go off and do your number closing separately and avoid psyching each other out with boasting \+1 stories or glory stories. Having company on long trips is good, but it doesn’t mean you have to spend 24/7 together.**





### MINSK LOGISTICS

**POPULATION:**

1.9 million





**GETTING THERE:**

You'll need a “Type C” visa for your trip to Belarus. This is a short term visa allowing up to 90 days stay. This can be single, double or multi-entry. You can complete the application form online and then take it in person to the Belarusian Embassy, along with a colour passport photo, valid passport plus accommodation details that have been emailed directly to you by your AirBnB host. Health insurance is also a requirement which covers Belarus. The visa fee \(in Euros only\) is €60 \(5 working days\) or €120 \(up to 48 hours\).

Please check up-to-date details on their website:

*www.uk.mfa.gov.by/en/consular\_issues/visas/*

The Embassy address is:

6 Kensington Court

London

W8 5DL

It's open 9.30am-12.30pm, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday and Friday. Be prepared for a stern official and cashier barking at you through the glass window. Have all your documents prepared and the exact money to make the process a bit less traumatic.

From Minsk airport to the centre \(42km\) is a 45 minute trip along a fast modern road \(allowing the President of the country easy access to his commuting\). The cheapest way is to take bus 300 to the centre \(runs every 40 minutes\) but I usually just take a taxi as costs are low anyway.





**QUALITY OF GIRLS:**

Very good. You'll be surprised at how skinny they are and how many of them wear dresses and heels. Minsk is a city that's spread out so you have to do quite a lot of walking to find top quality.





**GAME DIFFICULTY:**

Hard. The number collecting is quite straightforward but fast sex will be your downfall. Be careful not to fall into the boyfriend/provider role.





**MAIN DAYGAME AREAS:**

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In front of the main railway station

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Lenin Square and the mall underneath \(Stolica Mall\)

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Prospekt Niezalieznasci \(from Lenin Square to McDonalds\)

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Plosca Pieramohi and the Linguistic University by the metro there

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Around Plosca Jakuba Kolasa metro and Kamarouski Skvier square

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Use the efficient, super cheap metro system to get between these places \(have a metro map on your phone in English/Russian\).





**DATE VENUES**

There are numerous cafes along the main street \(Niezalieznasci\) and bars along the parallel street \(Karl Marx\). Take her for a walk in the central green spaces \(Gorky park and Janki Kupaly park\).

Make sure your second bar venue is 5-10 minutes from your apartment. My favourite place was a spy-themed underground spot called “ID Bar” just off Victory Square.





**RECOMMENDED ACCOMMODATION  
LOCATIONS:**

Because it's a cheap city, find somewhere as central as you can afford off of the main street \(Niezalieznasci\) or near the railway station. Make sure you're near to a metro station and some cafes/bars.





**NON-GAME THINGS TO DO:**

It's a tough one in Minsk, as the city is so sterile. Go for a walk in the city centre parks along the Svislach river, see a concert at the Bolshoi Opera house, visit the State Circus with a girl or take her to the botanical garden. If all else fails, get drunk in the kitsch rock bars like Coyote, TNT or Doodah King.

Having girls there to date and show you around will soften the stern city considerably. Let them cook for you and show you their favourite about the place.





As with Belarus, if you ask most people to identify where Moldova is on a world map, they’ll struggle. Squeezed between Romania in the west and Ukraine in the north and east, it is a very small country \(the UK is x7 bigger\) which has been argued over geographically and politically for centuries.

Whereas Romania wasn’t part of the USSR \(although it had a strong Soviet presence\), its “little brother” neighbour Moldova became one of the republics of the Soviet Union. Its relationship with Romania is even more complex than the Belarusian-Russian situation. It’s the poorest country in Europe \(ahead of Ukraine and Kosovo\), still reeling from the Soviet Union’s dissolution. Agriculture is all that it can bring to the table \(90% of the wine in the USSR came from there\) and now that Russia has put an embargo on imports, it’s a country on its knees.

Moldova came to my attention for daygame when I read about the influence of Russian and Ukrainian Slavic genetics there \(as opposed to the Roma origins of Romania\). There’s an ongoing conflict as to whether Moldovans and Romanians belong to the same ethnic group, but having daygamed in both countries it’s clear that the proportion of Slavic genes in Moldova is greater.



Many of the girls have the feline faces and catwalk bodies of Russians, but the darker hair, eyes and skin of the Balkans. On my first trip there in the summer of 2016, I was hypnotised by the beauty of the girls despite the poverty all around. You could tell the more Slavic girls from the Roma girls instantly. High heels and dresses / skirts in the middle of the day are the norm, as are visits to the gym and salon.





### Chișinău Overview

The only real place to daygame in the country is in the capital city Chișinău \(700,000\) with its one main pedestrian shopping street, limited malls, central parks and universities. Both Russian and Romanian are used simultaneously, so if you’ve picked up some basic day-to-day Russian on your other FSU trips you’ll be fine. For daygame, very few girls speak English, so you’re going to have to rely on strong non-verbals and Google Translate. As in the rest of the FSU, male-female polarity is very defined and accordingly your frame needs to be strong.

Chișinău feels like rural Ukraine, but it’s not as depressing as Minsk because of its new-found independence and more southern European vibes. Due to its small size \(similar to Riga\) the daygame is limited and you’ll have exhausted your options after a few weeks. I spent just over a week daygaming there in 2016 and then I returned to hire a car and drive around the rest of the country with a girl I’d met. If you’ve been to Ukraine or rural Russia and enjoyed the pastoral flavour mixed in with harsh Stalinist remodelling, then you won’t find the city too much of a culture shock.





### Park Princess

All of the good daygame on my summer trip was found in the central parks of Chișinău, out of the glare of the pounding 35’C sun. Rather than the rough-and-ready FSU chaos of the cracked pavements lined with hawkers and beggars, the parks offered a calm leafy oasis where girls sat on the benches eating ice creams or reading books.

The university term had just finished so the city population had dropped back to 700,000 – a below than average daygame pool. Chișinău has a small town feel to it, much like Odessa in Ukraine where people know each other and the pace of life is slow.

Nevertheless, 10 approaches a day were unearthing leads from hot girls with Russian physiques but exotic Balkan skin tones. English was poor so like in Japan, Serbia or Colombia I was back to relying on a solid stop, strong eye contact, proximity and sign language.

This lay report begins with a mid-afternoon stop in the park next to the cathedral. A very pretty Russian looking barbie doll in small shorts and a low top had rushed past me, her fake boobs waking up my DNA and causing me to dash back and catch up with her.

She temporarily stopped to listen to the compliment but still edged away, indicating she was in a hurry. Her English was surprisingly good, so I ploughed on towards a hook point by calling out her focus, her look and her energy. Like a horse, she slowly settled as I kept on talking and holding eye contact.

From the beginning she had a spoilt princess vibe to her, much like a girl you’d find in a Moscow club. She told me about wanting to be a business woman and open her own restaurant. Jamie Oliver was her inspiration and she wanted to travel around Europe learning about cooking.

Alarm bells started ringing when she said she knew a guy in Ireland who was her “investor” and was due to visit her that week. Gold digger alert 101. I spiked things up by asking if he was her lover, and she said that she only kept him as a friend. Half of me felt sorry for him for his provider friend zoning, but the other of me felt queasy at his sugar daddy ruse to get her. I knew I’d have to offer her a different proposition at the other end of the spectrum – lover, not provider. We bantered for a good ten minutes, and she seemed keen to meet again so I took her number and we parted.

When she didn’t reply to my initial ping, I just mentally filed her away in my leads-to-nowhere bin. The trip had been full of depressingly flakey numbers of hot girls, despite a handful of instant dates, dates with tough LMR and some failed Same Day Lay attempts. I was pushing things hard and fast, which is a sub-optimum strategy in the FSU but the only thing to do if you’re on a short hustle trip.

Three days before flying home, the park princess texted me back, explaining she’d had to fix her phone. The day before, I’d seen her strolling down the main street with her Irish investor who was in his late 50s and overweight, bossing him around and making him carry a shopping bag. I suggested an evening drink and she confirmed immediately. This was going to be an anti-provider, full on lover mission of battling a FSU princess who had a big attitude because of her hotness.

My wing on the trip kindly agreed to film some of the date for my Stealth Seduction infield video product, so we rigged up a camera in a bag and headed to the date venue early to choose suitable seats. On cue she arrived and I got her to sit next to me on a sofa, so the camera could capture us both. She was looking even hotter – more Russian than Balkan, her turbo body and fake boobs on display and very distracting. Her cat-like eyes and high cheek bones were putting me off my date patter.

Icy at first with her silences and phone-checking, she took time to warm up as I ran my usual date structure, skipping much of the rapport and launching into my verbal and physical escalation ladder. She loved the chic-crack topics of astrology and my pseudo psychology version of the famous “Strawberry Fields” routine. Again, typical FSU date themes.

I examined her palms, her small wrist tattoo and her suntan, moving ever closer to her but then making sure to fractionate away to leaning back. She opened up about having a boyfriend of many years who she was about to break up with through boredom. We talked about the provider guys that tried to seduce her, and I gave her the talk about why men and women can’t be friends. Slowly but surely the ice was melting.

Her phone kept ringing – it was her friends saying they wanted to meet her for food in a nearby restaurant. She invited me along but again I spotted the red flag FSU trap: being the “entertaining English guy” in her evening out with her girls, and then paying for all their drinks, food and shisha. I declined and said I’d head off to meet my friend. Better to cut the date short and keep your value than tag along with a princess.

She said she still had an hour and that we could walk through the park to a bar. Even though she was leading, it sounded like a plan where I could escalate things further before her friends came. Losing a battle to win a war. The park was buzzing in the evening sunshine with young people heading to an outdoor concert and all of the terrace bars full. My wing was having a hard time keeping track of us and filming as we weaved between the tables looking for a space.

Eventually we found a place inside one of the bars and soaked up the much needed air-conditioning. Again we sat next to each other so I could move things into the seduction portion of the model. My wing sat behind us, briefly filming what he could.

I showed her photos on my phone and asked her to show me some of her. Looking at the bikini shots and her bathroom selfies was turning me on, and I used the “4th wall” technique of telling her how I was trying really hard to concentrate, but that I was having dirty thoughts like a primitive man. Her eyes lit up. I moved in closer and bunched up her hair in my hand, telling her how I loved girls with good hair and that pulling it was so attractive. She was getting turned on too, but mentioned that it was a small city and everyone knew everyone. She was worried about her friends or her boyfriends’ friends seeing us.

The kiss was going to be too overt. Instead I played with her hands and brushed them against my hard dick. She didn’t move them away and again her eyes melted. Any minute now her friends were going to arrive.

We walked outside for a cigarette and right on cue one of her girl friends appeared, flashing me dagger looks. I kissed the princess goodbye on the cheek and parted.

I’d pushed things pretty far verbally and physically – making clear I wasn’t boyfriend material, that I didn’t believe in having female friends, and that I was attracted to her. My instincts told me the “boomerang test” would fail and she wouldn’t come back for part two after the first date.

The following day I sent her a mid-day ping, and to my surprise she replied quickly. Again I just went for it and invited her out that evening, which she agreed to.

A few hours later we sat next to each other in the bar of the Radisson Blu hotel next to my apartment. My game plan was to only have a quick drink and then bounce her back to mine to minimise the chance of interruptions from her friends.

She’d come looking stunning, like she was ready for a big night out. Tight white dress, high heels, everyone in the bar staring at her and then looking at me in ripped jeans, dirty boots and an old t-shirt.

It was then that she dropped the bomb shell. Again she’d booked a table with friends at a restaurant in the park and wanted me to tag along all night. She only had an hour before she was meeting them. As is good practice in the FSU with princess girls, you have to keep stating the boundaries and grab back the frame. I told her in no uncertain terms that a date was just two people, and that I wasn’t go to join her friends. I reminded her that I didn’t believe in being friends, and that she turned me on.

Things suddenly got sexual as I mentioned again that I was hard, and that her boobs and hair were massively distracting. She leant in and asked what I was thinking about doing to her. I said I’d bend her over the table, pull her hair and make her forget her name. Again, the puppy dog eyes and the nervous giggle of a girl who had come to have sex.

By now it was dusk and we still had half an hour – not enough for the pull to the apartment but a walk in the darkening park. I knew I had to escalate there and try to get her to ditch her friends.The park by the cathedral was shrouded in the canopy of leaves and the oncoming night. Couples hid from view on benches avoiding the lit areas.

We found a bench and I pulled her in, holding her hair and making out with her. “People will see” she said, pulling away, as families strolled past in the shadows.

I took her hand again and brushed it against my dick. She played with it as I moved my hand up under her dress and got ever closer to her princess pussy. She wouldn’t let me go any further, saying again that we’d be seen.

It was all so frustrating. I knew she was ready to go, her buying temperature through the roof, but logistics and the time constraint were ruining my chances.

Soon we had to walk to the second park across the street so she could join her friends. As she spoke on the phone to them I noticed that there was some problem – they were going to be late and they were having trouble getting a table.

Last chance saloon. The second park was bigger and darker. We walked hand in hand into the middle of it and found another bench. This time we had secrecy, and we could just about glimpse silhouettes of other couples on nearby benches with the same plan. Her hand was down my jeans, my hand was up her dress. The make outs became hot and heavy. Now, now, now everything was screaming.

Suddenly we were bathed in strong light. The park’s lamps had been switched on and we were in full view of everyone else. Cock-blocked by the heavens\! The lay was slipping away rapidly. Time was ticking – I knew her friends were not far away.

I stood up and led her by the hand, hoping just to walk on and find another place for isolation. The gods smiled on me and mercifully she was thinking the same thing, suddenly leading me towards the edge of the park behind a restaurant.

A rusty staircase overgrown with branches and vines led up to a small balcony overlooking the busy terrace below. It was an old club owned by an oligarch that had been abandoned and now shaded from view by the trees and the darkness.

She stumbled as she climbed the stairs, her high heels getting caught in a crack. I pulled her up and put down her bag. We were immediately all over each other, biting each other’s lips, me pulling her hair and grabbing her tight ass and giant boobs.

“What are you doing, crazy man?\!” she gasped as I undid my belt and opened my jeans, taking her hand and getting her to hold me as I slipped my fingers under her dress and into her soaking panties. “People will see” she giggled as we looked down onto the terrace below. We could see them, but they couldn’t see us.

I pushed her against the crumbling wall and hitched up her dress, penetrating her and making her moan. The sex was hurried, risky and fast – she got spooked by the crowd below and we pulled up our clothes to head back down to find her friends.

“You’re a wild man, a crazy boy” she kept grinning. “I’ve never done it in a park before. You make me do naughty things.”

At the restaurant I left her to meet her girlfriends, returning to the park two hours later after midnight and fucking her again on a bench as she sat on top of me, her friends meanwhile at home to get changed before heading to a club nearby. This time the lay was proper, deep and hard. Shadows moved around us as she rode back and forwards on me, gasping into the warm night air.

I returned back to my apartment after 2am, breathlessly recounting the lay to my wing, before getting a few hours sleep and then heading to the airport to fly out of Moldova in the morning, the thoughts of the park princess still spinning in my groggy head.





### Conclusion

Despite Moldova’s limited daygame opportunities, it’s an interesting destination if you want to try something even more rough-and-ready than Russia or Ukraine. The crumbling capital is a testament to the far reaching impact of communism, and there’s no glossy front hiding the reality as in Prague, Riga or Moscow. Chișinău is like a farming community that’s been transplanted into a city mould. Be ready for chickens, tractors and vegetable markets outside of a mobile phone shop or a bank.

I went on some failed dates with stunning girls. They were keen on walking around the numerous parks in the centre and checking me out to see if I was boyfriend material. As in much of the FSU, the socioeconomic situation means they marry young and suppress some of their 18-21 party years \(this surfaces later after early divorces\). So just like in Belarus and much of Ukraine, they’re wary of and inexperienced with an outlaw daygamer who’s pushing for fast sex.

Moldovan girls have more of an exotic feel than the more identikit girls in Ukraine or Poland. If you’ve tried Romania or you’re a fan of Balkan women, then be sure to give it a go \(along with Sofia in Bulgaria, which I’ll save for another book\). But remember the small population size and the fact that many of the hottest girls are now living abroad making a living from modelling, escorting or Sugar Daddies. Once you’ve seen their living conditions back home, it’s hard to blame them.

Cost of living in Moldova is one of the lowest in the world, so enjoy some fantastic Moldovan wine, eating out in restaurants and hiring a car to see some of the rural countryside where time has stood still. Spending British pounds or US dollars in the FSU is currently a golden opportunity for the wandering daygamer and digital nomad.





**FSU I-SPY CHECKLIST:**

**I’m always amazed at the reach and uniformity of Soviet planning, as you similarly see today going on in China. FSU cities were rebuilt with identical features which any travelling daygamer will be able to tick off.**

+ 
**Monuments to Soviet war heroes \(try to find Stalin / Lenin statues\) with columns, arches and eternal flames**

+ 
**Imposing KGB \(or former-KGB\) building in the centre of town**

+ 
**Stern soulless train station**

+ 
**Factory chimneys on the horizon**

+ 
**Endless Stalinist apartment blocks, sad and crumbling**

+ 
**Long central avenue leading to government buildings**

+ 
**Large main square for parades and flags**

+ 
**National theatre / opera / ballet**

+ 
**Soviet Circus**

+ 
**GUM \(state run department store\)**

+ 
**Underground tunnels and their shabby kiosks attended by old ladies**

+ 
**Dedicated hole-in-the-wall shops for alcohol \(often 24/7\)**

+ 
**Meeting place for couples \(you’ll see guys waiting there with roses\) such as a clock or statue.**

+ 
**Ancient “disco clubs” and karaoke bars that are stuck in the 1980’s**

+ 
**Creaking Lada / Skoda taxis with mafia-looking drivers**


**Look out for the famous clone Stalin skyscraper towers in Moscow \(the “Seven Sisters”\), Warsaw \(Palace of Culture\), Prague \(Hotel Druzba\), Riga \(Academy of Sciences\) and Kiev \(Hotel Ukraina – the tower wasn’t finished\). Today they’re equally loved or hated by the city residents, seen as either iconic and retro or ugly and inappropriate.**

**Chișinău has its own heavy dose of Soviet branding. As you’re heading into the city from the airport you’ll pass through the “City Gates” – two concrete tower blocks built in the 1970s that remind you in no uncertain terms about the reach of the FSU**





### CHISINAU LOGISTICS

**POPULATION:**

700,000





**GETTING THERE:**

From Chișinău airport to the centre \(13km\) takes around 25 minutes in a very low-cost taxi \(agree on a fixed price and have the address of your apartment written in Romanian and/or Russian\).





**QUALITY OF GIRLS:**

Good, among a sea of average. You'll notice a big difference between girls with Romanian origins and Russia origins.





**GAME DIFFICULTY:**

Moderate. Number collecting is normal \(even though English is very poor\) but dating can be slow.





**MAIN DAYGAME AREAS:**

+ 
Bulevardul Stefan cel Mare si Sfint \(from McDonalds to UNIC centre\)

+ 
Around the Arcul de Triumf and Catedralei Park

+ 
Gradina Publica Stefan cel Mare si Sfint Park

+ 
Outside the Academia de Studii Economice \(by Lenin Monument\)

+ 
Sun City Mall \(in the centre\)

+ 
Malldova Shopping Mall \(10 minute taxi ride from centre\)





**DATE VENUES**

Use the bars and cafes around the two central parks. I often had first dates in Tucano Coffee followed by a bounce to the bars on Strada Eugen Doga near my apartment.





**RECOMMENDED ACCOMMODATION  
LOCATIONS:**

Stay near the Catedralei Park at the west end of the main shopping street \(Stefan cel Mare si Sfint\), close to the two central parks.





**NON-GAME THINGS TO DO:**

+ 
Take a tour of the amazing subterranean winery at Cricova

+ 
Walk around the lake and grounds of Valea Morilor park

+ 
Go on a day trip to the cave monastery of Orheiul Vechi





The Baltic countries consist of Latvia, Lithuania and Estonia on the eastern coast of the Baltic Sea. Latvia and Lithuania feel more Slavic whereas Estonia has a Scandinavian vibe about it. In *Torero Travels* I dedicated a chapter to the Baltics, singing their praises for being more pleasant, European-style FSU daygame experiences.

My opinion of them still stands, but subsequent daygame expeditions to their cities has confirmed that they’re just too small to sustain intense hustling. For sure, there are hot girls there. With Lithuania next door to Belarus, and Latvia next door to Russia, the Slavic genes can be seen quite clearly. The Soviet occupation has meant that a significant percentage of the population in the Baltic cities today are of Russian origin \(35% in Riga, 13% in Vilnius and 25% in Tallinn\) and Russian is still widely spoken.

The native girls of the Baltics have a different look to the Slavic girls. Estonians are shorter and blonder \(like Scandinavian girls\), Latvians and Lithuanians are like Poles or Germans – fairer and with rounder faces. If you hear the sound of high heels on the cobbles or spot a tall girl in a skirt during the day, there’s a good chance she’s from a Russian background.

All three capital cities are architectural gems, with fairytale-like old towns that are both a blessing and a curse. Just like Prague or Krakow, their cobble stone beauty means they are lovely to look at but flooded with tourists. The Baltic capitals are no secret to budget airlines, tour groups and stag parties. A golden period to visit would have been soon after 1991 when they got their independence, but now they often feel more like Disneyland than hidden hideaways.

Despite the survival of their historic centres, all three cities didn’t escape the heavy hand of the USSR. Just five minutes beyond the Old Town walls you’ll come across all the Soviet nightmares described in previous chapters. One of the most disturbing visits I made was to the former KGB building in Vilnius one rainy afternoon. Behind the cleaned up facade of the building on the main daygame street, I learnt of the horrors of what had happened inside.

The countries are still recovering from this split personality. Now firmly in Europe, the ghosts of their Soviet past are everywhere, and they are clearly worried about a Russian re-occupation. Young people look west – many travel to the rest of Europe to study and work. Within these countries capitalism is thriving. Not many people realise how high-tech Estonia is \(it has the fastest broadband internet speed in the world\) or how hipster all three Baltic capital cities are. Like in major Polish and German cities, warehouses are being turned into artists studios, bars, coffee shops and loft apartments at a rapid rate.

Yet the older generation looks east. Many people are sentimental about Soviet days and still live like it’s the middle of the Cold War. Take a trip out of the capital cities and see the real Baltics for some deeper insights. I visited Narva on the Estonian-Russian border where 82% of the population are ethnic Russians. Despite being Estonian, I could have been in the middle of Siberia….forests, wooden houses, Soviet tower blocks, rusty railways.



Cost of living in the Baltics is nowhere near as cheap as Ukraine, Belarus or Moldova, so if you’re strapped for cash then double check what your spending will be \(use a site like Numbeo\) compared to other FSU cities. Steer clear of strip clubs, Irish pubs and areas of bars where stag parties from the UK, Germany and Scandinavia congregate.

In all three capital cities it’s common for hot girls working for tittie bars and strip clubs to walk around in pairs during the evening and hustle guys into venues \(where hefty drink bills will suddenly appear\). British men have a bad reputation in Baltic cities for pissing on war memorials, riding around on Segways and generally smashing things up, so make sure you differentiate yourself from the “boys on tour” vibe.





Riga is the largest of the Baltic capital cities at 700,000. It’s a beautiful city centre fanning out around the Old Town, with relaxing parks, rivers and a magical feel. Daygamers will quickly exhaust the hotspots \(described below\) and be able to tell the difference between a native Latvian and a Russian Latvian.

Be careful when Opening and Stacking that you don’t call an Estonian “Russian” \(or vice versa\). It’s obviously a sensitive topic so switch up your geography assumptions to something more playful. See the Appendix at the back of the book for tried-and-tested stacks for each nationality.

Riga was one of my first foreign daygame expeditions outside of London. In 2012, I visited with my original wings Rami and Antony, then every year since I’ve been back with either students or fellow nomadic hustlers. One of the hottest girls I’ve ever slept with \(a burlesque dancer\) was from a Riga expedition, and I’ve had a good crop of other memorable notches from the city. Perhaps the greatest seductive date venue I’ve ever used is right in the middle of the riverside park there – a circular tea house called Apsara that looks like a fairytale tree house where you recline on the pillow-covered floor with the girl, sipping tea and looking out onto the leafy \(or snowy\) park below.





### The Woman In Black

Summer in Riga is very relaxing. Even though the university students have gone, the locals are all outside soaking up the White Nights after work, sunbathing in the parks and enjoying the festivals scattered around the Old Town.

I’d just finished a residential with a student in the city and had two more days to kill before flying back to London. Outside McDonalds in the Old Town on Kalku Iela was a very pretty girl dressed in black, smoking a cigarette with her headphones in. She didn’t fit into either of the Russian or Latvian looks – more like something from Soho in New York or London.

“Say what you see and twist it” – that’s my golden rule for the best assumption stacking after the direct compliment. I told her that it was too hot to wear black, and that the Justin Bieber she was listening to was killing her faster than the nicotine.

Things clicked into place nicely. She got the dark humour and played along, telling me she’d had a “shitty day and later had to go to a shitty job” but that negativity was now in fashion. Her English was good enough to really vibe back and forth with.

We role-played about her being the Woman In Black, or Fowles’ The French Lieutenant’s Woman, waiting for her love to come back from beyond the ocean. She got every reference which was refreshing after a week of daygame and dates with babbling blondes.

She was 21 years old, an architecture student who also worked in a dive bar and from Russian heritage. She didn’t fit the usual Barbie-doll style of Russian, more hipster than princess, but that abruptness was still there, just below the surface. Her cat-like eyes kept scanning me to see if I was going to flinch.

We vibed about how she was a Smiths fan and that she didn’t feel the same as other girls her age. Mentally I checked off the green lights: an “outsider” girl who preferred older company, a smoker, a creative personality, a love of sarcastic British humour. I ran my “Tom & Jerry” routine on her, calling her Jerry because she was petite and I was going to chase her around the house in a love-hate relationship. Once again, she took it and played along. More green lights.

She was on her way to meet her brother, so I took the last few drags of her cigarette with her, took her number and we went our opposite directions.

This is the text exchange that followed later the same day:


*      ME:Hey Bieber fan, see you after your work for smokes and dark adventures if you’re in the centre maybe T      HER:Hehe Yeah, ok. Where are you right now?      ME:With friends eating in the French Institute cafe. What time do you finish tonight?      HER:Actually I’m already done. BUT, I have to meet some people around eight. What say you – tomorrow? Or a quick beer right now?      ME:Tomorrow better, I’m still feeding my face      HER:Lucky face haha\!     *   
\[The next day\]


*      ME:So, Tom politely requests the drinking company of Jerry tonight after 7pm….      HER:I’m working till nine o’clock so I’ll see you in the Old Town around that time.      ME:Deal. Wear black to scare me.      HER:9.10 by McDonalds      ME:Cool      HER:Aaaand I will be late 10 min      ME:Loser…you buy the first drinks      HER:Fair enough     * 
10 minutes came and went, so rather than hanging around by McDonalds I went back to my apartment which was just a stone’s throw away. Perhaps she’d flaked? Maybe she was going to be really late. It’s always better to keep the frame by not standing around waiting for her.

A few minutes later she texted “Where are you?” and I went down to meet her. By now it was past 9.30pm which is always a good sign when having a date. The later she meets you, the higher the chance of a fast lay.

I walked her to Cuba Cafe bar in Riga’s Dome Square, a cosy venue we’d been using all week because of the dark sofa vibes and good dj. It was grungy enough to kill any “provider” expectations a girl might have.

It was pretty full because it was Friday night, so we squeezed into two armchairs next to each other, surrounded by big groups of German tourists. Not ideal but better to seem unfazed and decisive than try to change venue and seem off-balance in front of her.

She was looking hotter than when we’d met on the street. One common advantage of daygame is that when they turn up for the date then they’re even more attractive. Night game to a first date is the opposite.

The conversation flowed easily from the moment we sat down, as the ironic dark humour opened things up more than the first whiskey cokes. I made fun of her hipster negativity and qualified her, saying I only spent time around positive people who were usually taller.

We role-played about her “fashionable suicidal thoughts” and that she should smoke a pipe instead of cigarettes to be the number one hipster in Riga. One of my sticking points to this day is enjoying the dating too much. When things click with a girl I get carried away in the vibing. She’s laughing and I’m laughing. Stories are being told and the time is flying by. One beer becomes two or three, and the enjoyment continues.

But this is the opposite of seductive. I’m breaking tension, I’m putting myself in the “very interesting guy” boyfriend or friend box. I’m giving away my power by revealing too much before sex. I’ve not got my eye on the prize, I’ve forgotten the plan to move towards the end goal.

Russians and FSU girls will punish a guy for this when she feels the male-female polarity slipping. The Frame Tests started coming thick and fast, blindsiding me after the fun vibing we’d had. How old was I? Why was I single? Why was I in Riga? Did I bring lots of girls to that bar?

The girl is your mirror. She was reminding me to get back to the Game plan and take back control. No more Mr Entertainer – I needed to ground things, get real and then move into seduction.

I answered her Frame Test questions with non-reactivity rather than too much cocky-funny. We spoke about how English stag parties and sex tourists to Riga ruined the chilled atmosphere of the city, and I told her a bit about my travelling and my family.

Things had become a bit static, we’d been sitting for too long – a classic date mistake. We went out onto the terrace outside and smoked a cigarette, giving me a chance to start physically escalating. I examined the rings on her finger and she showed me one of a snake.

“See, the snake’s fucking my finger” she said, grinning and doing the spiking herself. Time to shift gears. I took her hands and compared their size to mine, asking if she played the guitar. She told me she wanted to learn the violin but that she “couldn’t commit to anything for too long.”

The couple next to us were listening in and watching me flirt with her. On purpose, I made sure they could hear the next routine, as I measured the distance between her thumb and little finger, telling her it was an accurate representation of the size of her ex boyfriend’s…personality. They laughed on cue, which made her blush and helped with the sexual tension.

Back inside a sofa had become available next to the DJ booth. One more drink then I planned to bounce her to the apartment via a corner shop to pick up alcohol.

She was now very relaxed, passing the “Floppy Test” of sitting next to me and accepting my arm occasionally around her or when I’d come into her space. She told me about her Russian background and about her dreams of travelling around Iceland listening to Sigur Ros.

Time for the Questions Game. Immediately she was up for it. More green lights as she told me about never having a real boyfriend, and how she preferred friends-with-benefits. She’d had a short relationship with a girl and for a while she thought she was bi. Inside I was jumping up and down with joy, but outwardly trying to keep a calm demeanour.

I told her about some of my weirdest sexual experiences, and we agreed on how it’s possible to separate sexual from emotional if you’ve tried enough things.

“If you replace the words ‘love’ and ‘lust’ with ‘connection’ then it’s all the same thing. We’re all spinning around on this planet hungry for the moment….” I said in my best Oscar-worthy dramatic voice. Her eyes exploded. It was time to bounce.

As we walked out I told her I needed to find a shop to buy some cigars and beers. It was past 11.30pm and we couldn’t find anything open, so I took a gamble and just walked her to my door. Even though I've bounced hundreds of girls, it's always this bit that makes me the most nervous. You're getting so close, but it could all go wrong so suddenly, like a house of cards.

There wasn’t any token resistance like I’d had all week with other Russians I’d try to take home. Up in the apartment we put on some John Mayer and I prayed that his seductive gravely voice would do the final pulling of the trigger for me.

She went to the window in the kitchen looking out over the Old Town and opened it up, leaning out to smoke. I went up behind her, pulled her long brown hair into a pony tail and kissed her neck.

She spun around and the make-out was wild. Not kissing girls in the bar on the first date was my new strategy, helping keep the sexual tension until they were in isolation and ready to close properly. The sex was the best I’d had in months, she was so uninhibited about her body. We fucked with clothes on as she leant out of the window, on the sofa as we tore off layers, on the floor in a tangle of limbs.

I’d struck gold – a liberated Russian with a high sex drive and a preference for older guys. She told me she’d made the decision to sleep with me when I’d held her hand to look at her rings in the bar. “Before that you reminded me of my friend” she said. “I wasn’t sure you found me attractive until after you were touching me.”

Spot on feedback from her. Even though the final bounce and lay had come easily, the date had still taught me a lot about my own sticking points. Girls are giving you this micro and macro subtle feedback whenever you interact with them. You’ve just got to learn to listen.





### RIGA LOGISTICS

**POPULATION:**

650,000





**GETTING THERE:**

Riga Airport \(the hub for the Baltics\) is a 20 minute drive from the Old Town. Bus number 22 serves as a shuttle back and forth every 10-30 minutes. As of early 2017 there's no Uber in Riga but taxis are reputable and reliable.





**QUALITY OF GIRLS:**

Good. You'll easily be able to spot the Russian girls from the European Latvians





**GAME DIFFICULTY:**

Moderate \(harder, as ever, with the Russian girls\)





**MAIN DAYGAME AREAS:**

+ 
Old Town \(start on the main street, Kalku iela\)

+ 
Bridge between McDonalds and Freedom Monument

+ 
Bastejkalna Park in the centre

+ 
Around the University of Latvia on Raina Bulvaris and Merkela Iela

+ 
Vermanes Darzs Park

+ 
Inside and outside the train station

+ 
Galleria Mall

+ 
Spice Mall





**DATE VENUES**

There are many bars and cafes in the Old Town. I usually use the *Apasara* tea house in the park by the university as my first venue, then a grungy bar like *Cuba Cafe* as my second venue near the apartment.





**RECOMMENDED ACCOMMODATION  
LOCATIONS:**

Staying in the Old Town is essential for daygame and dating. Aim to be no more than 10 minutes from Doms Square.





**NON-GAME THINGS TO DO:**

+ 
KGB Museum of Latvia

+ 
Explore the Art Noveau buildings of the Old Town

+ 
Day trip to the white beaches of Jurmala, near Riga

+ 
Row boat on the city canal \(in the central park\)

+ 
Walk / cycle along the River Daugava





If there was a prize for the most beautiful daygame city in the world it would be a tough call between Prague and Tallinn. Both are flooded with tourists because of their charm, but Tallinn is a lot smaller and sweeter.

Strolling around Tallinn Old Town is like being on a movie set of a Medieval film. Tiny cobbled lanes, high castle walls and mysterious passageways make you feel like you’ve time travelled into an Umberto Eco novel.

The light in the summer has that same magical Scandinavian quality about it because of Tallinn’s northern latitude, sitting on the Baltic Sea only a short ferry ride away from Helsinki. In many ways the original city has far more in common with the Scandinavian capitals than it does with the rest of the FSU. However, outside of the centre you’ll still find all the usual traces of Soviet times gone by.

There are many pixie-looking blonde girls similar to what you’ll find in Stockholm or Oslo. It’s a very hipster city \(with a huge creative drive, like Reykjavik or Berlin\) so if you’re into alternative girls then you’ll enjoy it. Scattered among them are tall leggy Russians \(again, just listen out for the high heels\) who are less open but hotter.

I spent a month in Tallinn during the summer of 2014. For numerous reasons it turned out to be a daygame expedition that sucked:

+ 
It was a solo mission. I didn’t know anyone in the city, nor was I doing any teaching. A month alone is tough on the soul, even with occasional dates to fill some of the evenings.

+ 
It was an unusually wet month, the rainiest on record for decades. Most days it poured for at least half of the day, and drizzled for the rest.

+ 
Tallinn is a tiny daygame city. There’s a very small daygame street and a limited shopping mall. The rest of the Old Town is full of tour groups and stag parties.

+ 
I’d not realised how many girls vanish for summer vacations when there’s no university. The number of sets to open was very limited. Despite being a beautiful little city, I was craving a high volume of leggy Russians.

+ 
I was already feeling daygame burnout after an intense travel schedule and the recent completion of a seminar project called *Badass Buddha*. I longed to have a “normal” holiday without feeling daygame guilt for not opening girls.

+ 
The numbers I was collecting were flaking more than normal. It was a Catch-22 situation where my weaker vibe created weak numbers, which weakened my vibe. Escaping from a tailspin into depression when on a solo daygame adventure is extra hard.


After a few days I was stopping the same girls for the second or third time. I’d explored the cities sights and was itching to move on. By the start of the second week I’d been on two dates to nowhere and had one near-miss SDL blue balls incident with a Russian girl in her late twenties. It’s very hard for a daygamer to just relax and enjoy a city for what it’s worth. You’re always thinking about what lay is around the next corner, what adventure is to be had in the next city. Even though you consciously know that the “grass is always greener” is a false prophecy, your mind still nags you to move on.

One morning I snapped and threw my things back into my small travel bag, heading down to the port. My apartment host had mentioned that there was an overnight ferry from Helsinki to St Petersburg which let you into Russia without a visa \(see below\) so I jumped on the next shuttle ferry to Finland for another mini Russian adventure.





**FERRY HACK TO RUSSIA**

**Not many people know that you can bypass the usual laborious Russian visa requirement by taking a ferry from Helsinki to St Petersburg for a three day visa-free trip.**

**Thanks to a law that allows cruise ship passengers to visit St Petersburg for 72 hours without a visa, you can join the boat in Helsinki and head over there for a few days of hassle-free daygame.**

**Note that this only applies to passengers on the “St Peter Line” overnight ferry. It doesn’t apply to people taking the train or bus from Helsinki.**





### TALLINN LOGISTICS

**POPULATION:**

400,000





**GETTING THERE:**

The very loveable Tallinn Airport \(only 4km outside the centre\) is a short Uber or taxi ride from the Old Town.

If you're coming from Helsinki, the ferry terminal is a short 10 minute stroll from the lower end of the Old Town.





**QUALITY OF GIRLS:**

Mixed. You'll see some hot Russians amongst the local mousey blonde girls and many tourists.





**GAME DIFFICULTY:**

Intermediate \(Russians will be harder to fully close\).





**MAIN DAYGAME AREAS:**

+ 
Tammsaare Park

+ 
Viru Keskus Mall \(by Tammsaare Park\)

+ 
Coca-Cola Plaza

+ 
Solaris Keskus Mall

+ 
Around Freedom Square in the Old Town





**DATE VENUES**

I used cafes and bars in the Old Town – there's plenty of choice. My favourite second venue was *Butterfly Lounge* on Vana-Viru. Just make sure it's 5 minutes from your apartment front door for the final bounce.





**RECOMMENDED ACCOMMODATION  
LOCATIONS:**

Staying in the Old Town is key, as with Riga and Vilnius. That's where the action happens and where the AirBnB apartments are clustered. Be warned that prices are not cheap.





**NON-GAME THINGS TO DO:**

+ 
Explore the amazing cobbled backstreets of the Old Town

+ 
Alexander Nevsky Cathedral

+ 
Kadriorg Park

+ 
KGB Museum

+ 
Toompea Hill lookout

+ 
Harbour waterfront / ferry to Finland

+ 
Day trip to Lahemaa National Park \(40 minute drive\)





Lithuania feels a lot more FSU than Latvia or Estonia, nestled in between Belarus and Poland. The Soviet Union occupied it at the end of World War II, and as part of their programme of nationalisation, collectivisation and general sovietisation of everyday life, around 780,000 Lithuanians were deported to Siberia.

Russians are still a sizeable minority in the main cities of Vilnius and Kaunas. In my book *Torero Travels* I describe how my first foreign trip to daygame was in Vilnius, and the subsequent seduction adventures I had there with a number of wings and Slavic girls.

Each time I’ve been back to Vilnius, I’ve noticed the rapid changes to the city, from Soviet-tinged poverty to trendy westernisation. As with Riga and Tallinn, budget airlines brought with them stag parties in search of cheap beer and strip clubs, and the lovely Old Town attracted coach loads of pensioners.

Many young Lithuanians have moved to other parts of the European Union \(there are around 144,000 in the UK\) in search of opportunities. Some have returned to their homeland, opening boutique shops and bohemian cafes so it now feels as trendy as east London or Brooklyn.

The real hotties that you’ll find in the daygame hotspots will be from Belarus, either studying there or on a short shopping mission from across the boarder \(it’s only a 2.5 hour bus journey between Vilnius and Minsk\) if they can escape. As in Riga and Tallinn, if she’s a local girl then her English will be excellent. If she’s Belarusian, Russian or Ukrainian, then her English will be very limited.

Despite a handful of lays there and many pleasant memories from exploring the city, I'd have to say that I won't be back for any significant daygame expeditions. As with the other Baltic capitals, it's too pretty for its own good, and it's just too small. When you've got huge populations of hot girls in Kiev or Moscow, why would you fish in such a limited pond?





### The Woman In White

A typical story of the frustrations felt by a travelling daygamer would be this. It happened during the early summer of 2014 when I was in Vilnius for only 2 days, on my way to Tallinn. Because of this limited timeframe I'd spent the first day there hitting the streets around the university and the main shopping area \(Gedimino\). I'd gotten some flakey numbers from students who were busy with their final exams and an i-date with a Russian girl who was there with a tour group and didn't have much free time.

The daygame area is so small that after a couple of hours I'd hit every hotspot and was tired of retracing my steps. The Spotlight Effect always increases in small cities as you start opening the same girls or when you're in the middle of a set a girl you've previously closed walks past and shakes her head.

I headed back to my apartment on Pilies Street near the park for a break and a cold drink, with the idea of going to a shopping mall on the outskirts of the city later in the day. Opposite the entrance to the apartment building I spotted an elegant, late-twenties woman adjusting her hair in a shop window. Her heels and tight white dress gave it away that she was either Russian or Belarusian.

“I'm sorry to disturb your hairdressing but I think you look very attractive” I said to her as I crossed the street. “You don't look Lithuanian with these tall shoes…… I'm guessing Belarus……”

An icy reception awaited me. She said very little, but her eye contact was strong and we were standing closer than normal. She told me she was from Minsk in Belarus and that she was in Vilnius for 24 hours to shop. I couldn't tell if it was her weak English, shyness or just a prickly exterior that stopped her from hooking properly or investing. I took her contact details more out of habit than desire, as the interaction had been pretty flat except for some possible suppressed sexual cues.

Later that evening I messaged the Woman In White to see if the number was alive. To my surprise she replied quickly, saying she was with a “female friend” in a bar down the street and that I could join them.

It's normal game practice not to jump through girl's hoops and go to them, especially if she's already got company. Many girls will use you as the “token guy” to show off or bleed for rapport, which is a one way ticket in the fast lane to the Friend Zone.

I broke this rule because it was my last night in the city, and hers too. My plan was to treat it like a two-set and run some classic Mystery Method by putting my focus on her friend rather than her. In Game this is known as “Befriending The Obstacle” which sorts logistics as well as triggering jealousy. If you don't win over the friend then it's likely she'll cock-block by not allowing you time alone with your target.

Half an hour later I was in a French-themed cocktail bar with two Belarusian girls. They were already two drinks ahead of me and the vibe was more buoyant than when I'd met the Woman In White earlier. Following Mystery Method strategy to the letter, I largely ignored her for the first drink, vibing with her older and more unattractive friend who she'd come on the shopping trip with. We teamed up against the Woman In White, teasing her about the white dress being like a wedding garment and chastising her for being single.

Once I'd spotted the Woman In White was qualifying herself and trying to get my attention as I chatted to her friend about my trips to Minsk, I slowly put my focus on her. She told me she was 28, divorced and running a small AirBnB property in Belarus that gave her the freedom to travel. When her friend went to the bathroom I suggested we walk around the park under Gedimino Tower together later, and then I'd bring her back to her friend.

After a bounce to another bar \(this time an English-themed pub where I made them try Guinness\) I put my cards on the table and asked the friend if I could “kidnap” the Woman In White for an hour to go for a walk. Enough rapport had been built for her to agree. It was now or never to pull the trigger. I knew my window of opportunity was limited.

We left the friend outside the pub and strolled down Pilies admiring the Baroque magic of the Old Town lanes and cobbles. Back outside my apartment I told her I needed to pee and that she could come in just for a second. She was hesitant, instead waiting outside in the courtyard of the building.

First attempt failed. Two steps forward, one step back. I'd not done any real escalation up to this point so I switched plans and walked her down to the park, sitting on a bench under the Tower.

Cue the usual ladders. Verbal escalation. Personal questions. Spikes. Physical escalation. Hands. Jewellery. Tattoos. Hair. Floppy Test. My clunky kiss attempt failed just like the first bounce home. I knew I was redlining the situation by such smash-and-grab speed but I had no choice. I noticed she was texting her friend \(in Russian so I was unable to read what she was typing\) every five minutes or so, and I wasn't sure if she was about to walk home or if she was letting her friend know she was comfortable with me.

She'd mentioned Barcelona being her favourite city and I asked if she'd seen “Vicky Cristina Barcelona.” Luckily she hadn't so I suggested we head back to mine to watch a bit of it and finish the “half a bottle of wine” I already had open. To my surprise she agreed immediately, firing off one more text message to her friend and bouncing back to my apartment door, arm in arm, with no hesitation.

Inside it feels like being a high-wire tightrope walker, on a knife edge between agony or ecstasy. Half of me wants to thank the daygame gods in advance for such a find. The other half of me prays for them not to dash my presumptuous hopes on the rocks. My stomach is usually in knots.

We sat on the apartment sofa and I put on start of the film \(for maybe my 100th viewing\) whilst finishing off the wine. She was happy with my arm around her, then her legs across mine, then some kissing, then me picking her up and carrying her into the bedroom. Game over I thought. What a result\!

Such fast pulls \(especially with Belarusians\) are rare. Perhaps it was the middle of her month. Perhaps she was really horny, or I was going to be a revenge-fuck against her badly behaved ex-boyfriend. As we spooned on the bed and make outs got heavier, the barriers came down as fast as they'd gone up. In a heartbeat she went from warm and sociable to ice cold without any explanation.

“You're a sex tourist. You think I'm so easy like all the others. You think I'm so cheap\! I am not English girl\!” she shouted, rising up off the bed and taking her coat from the sofa.

Trying to talk calmly to her wasn't doing any good. “Why I always do this?” she continued. “Why I not listen to my mother?\!”

Slam. Out the front door she went into the summer evening. That was that. I sat back down on the sofa, puzzled and trying to take in the schizophrenic situation. But there is no logic when it comes to a woman's forebrain-hindbrain conflict of interests. Her emotions are what trigger her sexual decisions, not rational thinking.

So near but so far. That's often the name of the game. More losses than wins. More blue balls than baller stories. It's the unspoken truth of the pickup community. If you want the highest of highs, you've got to take the lowest of lows.





### VILNIUS LOGISTICS

**POPULATION:**

535,000





**GETTING THERE:**

Vilnius airport is 5.9km south of the city and is linked to the Old Town by either the shuttle train \(every 30 minutes\) or a low cost Uber. Taxis are, as ever, more expensive but still cheap compared to western Europe.





**QUALITY OF GIRLS:**

Average, with some very good mixed in. As with Riga and Tallinn there's a big difference between local girls and first or second generation Russians / Belarusians there.





**GAME DIFFICULTY:**

Intermediate \(visiting Belarusians will be harder\)





**MAIN DAYGAME AREAS:**

+ 
Old Town main shopping street \(Gedimino\) from KGB museum to cathedral

+ 
Cathedral Square

+ 
Around the university \(on Sv Jono and Pilies\) in the Old Town

+ 
Gedimino Tower park

+ 
Akropolis Mall





**DATE VENUES**

The Old Town is packed with cafes and bars, like in Riga & Tallinn. Choose two that are close to your apartment. I usually use Šnekutis or Špunka, two very local bars slightly to the east of the Old Town where I stay.





**RECOMMENDED ACCOMMODATION  
LOCATIONS:**

Most daygamers stay right in the Old Town, not more than 10 minutes from the Cathedral Square. There are plenty of AirBnB apartments to choose from. I prefer the Bohemian enclave of Užupis slightly to the east of the Old Town on the other side of the Vilnia River. In 1997 the district ironically declared itself an “independent republic” with its own pseudo president and constitution \(one of the articles being “A dog has the right to be a dog”\).

**NON-GAME THINGS TO DO:**

+ 
Climb up to Gediminas Tower

+ 
Watch the hot-air balloons take off and land from Kudru park

+ 
Explore the cobbled lanes of the Old Town and the enclave of Užupis

+ 
KGB Museum

+ 
Go to the lake and castle at Trakai, 28 km west of Vilnius





The “Iron Curtain” was the boundary that divided Europe into two areas from 1945-1991 with the Soviet Union wanting to protect itself and its satellite states from the West. Countries like Poland and the Czech Republic \(then Czechoslovakia\) were literally trapped between two opposing forces, pulled apart geographically and ideologically.

Despite the fall of Communism and the independence of those nations, you could say from a daygame perspective that Poland and the Czech Republic are still halfway houses between the East and the West, with one foot in Europe and one foot in the FSU.

People think of Prague and Kraków as westernised tourist hotspots, much like Barcelona or Dublin, but go a mile out beyond their well-maintained city centres and you’ll find evidence of Soviet times everywhere. Whilst the younger generation born into the European Union is now very different, their parents and grandparents still remember Soviet days vividly.

Both the Czech Republic and Poland are ideal introductions to the FSU for daygamers who’ve not travelled before. The countries have a European feel to them \(with modern technology, far less corruption that Russia or Ukraine and visa-free travel\) but you’ll still find the hotness of further east. Local Czech and Polish girls are cute, but the real stunners are once again from Russia and its neighbours.

Prague is the real goldmine for finding a melting pot of Slavic loveliness. There are the local girls, the Slovaks, the Russian tourists and then all the other drunken backpacking girls from the USA, Canada and Australia \(lower quality, easier sex\). In recent years, it’s become a mecca for travelling daygamers \(see below\) so you’ll rarely be alone. I’ve also tried the second city Brno \(380,000\) along with nearby Bratislava \(the capital of Slovakia, with 420,000\) but both were too small for continuous intensive daygame.

Most guys choose Kraków over Warsaw when it comes to Poland, as it’s more attractive, more touristy and 10% cheaper overall. The daygame area of Kraków is far more concentrated and there are far more tourists in the city to increase your flag-collecting possibilities.





**“THERE ARE TOO MANY DAYGAMERS IN CITY X….IT WON’T WORK ANYMORE\!”**

**This is a very common moan you’ll hear from guys who are new to daygame and travel. They’re still coming from the mindset that Game is a “secret” and “girls mustn’t find out\!” Often they’re travelling from their home city to search for a “pussy paradise” where they hope daygame will be easier. Therefore they don’t want others encroaching on their patch.**

**The good news is that these are limiting beliefs. In reality, having a number of daygamers in one city \(which happens every Saturday in central London, New York or Sydney\) doesn’t really change how the girls respond. If your daygame is sharp, you’ll outshine other guys even if you approach the same girls. If you expand your repertoire to malls, shops, cafes and parks you’ll rarely encounter another daygamer.**

**What surprises beginners is that girls are usually in on the hustle. If you’re running Secret Society lover daygame then girls know and welcome your approach. Having them “find out” what you’re doing is a good thing. It creates pre-selection and jealousy – two very powerful triggers for female attraction.**

**The only thing that’s altered when you have many guys in the same city is the vibe. You’ll feel more of the Spotlight Effect, you’ll wonder why you flew hundreds of miles from home to encounter the same guys, and you’ll miss the lone wolf atmosphere of touching down in an unexplored region. Just like with many mountaineers on Everest, the climb’s difficulty doesn’t change, just the feel of it.**





Prague feels like a second home to me. I’ve been visiting the city of my father’s rebellious student days since 1994 and like everyone else I was seduced by its beauty immediately. It’s almost impossible not to be in awe of its fairytale atmosphere – the castle, Old Town Square, Charles Bridge, hidden courtyards and cobbled lanes.

I associate the city with family memories more than daygame: Charles University where my grandfather was a professor, the medical school where my dad trained to become a doctor, the offices where my aunt was a journalist, the jazz clubs and bars where my dad seduced girls with his piano playing.



My first daygame trip there was in 2013 when I went to teach a bootcamp. Since then, I’ve been back numerous times each year for coaching or personal hustling. Each year the city gets busier and busier \(28 million tourists visit annually\) and things feel more western. Like the Baltic capitals and Kraków, Prague suffers from a plague of stag parties and strip bars, giving British guys a bad reputation there and spoiling the Czech atmosphere. I no longer actually enjoy daygaming there \(especially in the summer\) as the daygame area is pretty small and there are so many other FSU cities to explore, but I’ve had my share of notches and blue balls in the city.





### Czech Mate

A memorable story from Prague was an unexpected result of post-training socialising with a student. It was the middle of winter and the city was suspended in a frosty mist as we daygamed in all the hotspots and made sure he’d engrained the London Daygame Model. We had Palladium Shopping Mall to keep us warm when our multi-layered clothing wasn’t enough and we’d still managed to collect a good crop of numbers despite the sub-zero conditions.

After the training we headed for a famous underground beer hall serving hearty traditional Czech goulash, dumplings and delicious dark beer. I wanted to give the student more of an authentic taste of Prague rather than just the inside of a shopping mall or McDonalds. Over food and beers we chatted about the training and our lives outside of pickup. It was hard concentrating as the young attractive waitresses in traditional Czech costumes kept scurrying past us and flashing us grins.

I like to show students how I banter and flirt with service staff, not just girls out on the street, and how to trigger attraction under the radar with strong non-verbals. It’s good for them to see that “daygame” means far more than jumping in front of girls outside. Our waitress was in her early twenties, brunette, petite but with big boobs and a classically Czech face like a cat. Every time she came over I broke rapport with her by telling her with a grin that our meal was terrible, she was an awful waitress and that we were getting divorced. Each time I did it the student and I noticed how her eyes sparkled and she went red, lingering around our table longer than normal.

The hardest part of these pickups is not to overdo the attraction \(remembering to roll-off after you know she’s hooked\) and to get her contact details without other members of staff seeing \(remembering that she could lose her job/reputation over it\). Calibration is everything. We did a bit of a vacuum on her by ignoring her when she came over the next few times, just talking between ourselves. Then, as we were paying, I spiked things back up by holding her hand and telling her we were going to run away to the Bahamas together to get remarried. She didn’t let go of my hand, so I whispered for her to go and write her Facebook down on the receipt and bring it back with the change.

Both the student and I were enjoying the pickup more than the numbers we’d got during the session. Sets like these are far more “risky” and Secret Society-esque. He’d really liked seeing how I flirted and closed without anyone else noticing, and without doing the exact structure of the model. Two minutes later she returned with her Facebook scribbled on the receipt and flushed cheeks. We wished her goodnight and slipped out into the frosty night.

The student flew home the following morning but I was in Prague for three more days before flying back to London. Sure enough the waitress had responded to my friend request on Facebook, so I shot her the usual initiation message later in the day and waited for her response.

The waitress was tough to meet for a first date. She worked long hours in the Czech restaurant and then was busy at university. She told me she’d only have a free window on Sunday lunchtime for a couple of hours. Midday dates are never a sexy option \(as it’s too much of a friendly vibe over coffee\) but my possibilities were coming down to the wire. I was flying out on Tuesday and none of my other leads were as responsive over message as her.

We met outside New Yorker store at the bottom of Wenceslas Square \(the Oxford Circus of Prague daygame\) and immediately she hijacked my suggested venue idea, telling me she wanted to show me a famous literary cafe down the street \(in the opposite direction to the bar I’d chosen which was next to my apartment\). Lose the battle to win the war – she wasn’t doing it to snatch the frame but because she was genuinely excited to show me somewhere that meant something special to her.

Five minutes later we were sitting eating cake in Cafe Louvre on Narodni – a famous establishment opened in 1902 and frequented by the likes of Franz Kafka and Albert Einstein. She looked different without her work uniform on – her flowing brunette hair down, jeans and a knitted jumper instead of her bohemian dress. Our role-play about being on a honeymoon continued as I spiked things up verbally, suggesting she’d cheated on me with the pool boy and I was going to have to get revenge by seducing our nanny.

I liked this girl – smart, sassy and sexy, able to hold her own with banter but still knowing how to turn on the feminine charm. She told me she’d been single for almost a year after moving out of her Czech boyfriend’s apartment, and that she was a countryside girl at heart \(her family lived in the rural north\). I was aware that we were enjoying the date a little too much – one of my sticking points – so I polished off my coffee and cake quickly, suggesting a “walk” before she had to go to work.

Unfortunately we only had half an hour, so we strolled through the cobbled back streets of the Old Town in the direction of her restaurant where we parted with only kisses on cheeks. We’d made loose plans to meet the following evening but I’d not got far with my escalation checklist so wasn’t confident that another date with her would lead to a notch.

The next day I met her in the same spot around 9pm. She was tired, still in her work uniform and initially colder than the day before saying she’d had a bad day at the restaurant and that she wanted to get going soon. Because it was my last evening in the city I wasn’t going to let that stop me crashing the car by escalating as far as I could go. We headed back up to Wenceslas Square and I pointed out all the sights of my father’s rebellious student days; the bars where he’d played jazz piano to earn a living as a medical student and the pubs where he drank the night away with friends.

“Let’s have a beer in here,” I said pointing to the downstairs bar of Lucerna, a famous smoky venue where my dad had seen Louis Armstrong play in 1965. She reluctantly agreed, saying she needed to head to the metro soon to go home and crash. In the dimly lit underground bar we sipped on our Czech beers and she slowly loosened up, at first sitting opposite me and then coming round to join me on a couch after I’d pretended that I couldn’t hear her.

Time to ignite the physical escalation rocket. Step one – play with her hands and pretend to read her palm, step two – talk about the tattoo she wanted to get on her ankle, step three – play with her hair, step four – see how floppy she was by pulling her in when I teased her, and finally step five – leaning in to kiss her when she was in the middle of a story about how her favourite book was *The Good Soldier Švejk*. She pulled away from the kiss early, shy about revealing her cards too early and scolding me for leaving the next day.

Outside Lucerna she wanted to turn back towards the Mustek metro. I suggested that she turn right and “come up to see the view” from my apartment. There was the predictable cold feet as she knew very well what she was deciding between. Luckily a local drug dealer made the decision for us. “Want some weed, coke, sex?” he grinned as he shiftily headed towards us from the metro. “We’re innocent angels, no thank you” I replied, taking her hand and turning right towards my apartment. “Just for half an hour…I’ve got an early flight so you can’t stay long.”

Up in the apartment we opened the window to look out onto the National Museum and the statue of Good King Wenceslas below \(the site of so much revolutionary Czech history\), soon collapsing onto the sofa in a tangled mess of kissing, biting and clothes coming off. I remember peeling off her traditional work dress and watching as she stripped out of her matching red underwear. Perhaps she had come prepared to sleep with me after all. That’s why it’s so important to lead, to give her a plausible reason to come back, to make the decision for her so she can rationalise that it “just happened.” Even waitresses will only give you the menu – you have to pick what you want to eat.





### PRAGUE LOGISTICS

**POPULATION:**

1.3 million





**GETTING THERE:**

Prague Vaclav Havel Airport is 17km north of the city. You can either take an Uber to your accommodation, use one of the AAA Radio Taxis \(double the price of Uber\) or go DIY and take bus 119 to Dejvicka metro. From there take the green line \(A\) to the city centre.





**QUALITY OF GIRLS:**

Above average. A great blend of Slavic genes on show mixed in with millions of tourists.





**GAME DIFFICULTY:**

Upper Intermediate. Western tourists far easier than Russians





**MAIN DAYGAME AREAS:**

+ 
Na Prikope from Mustek metro to the square outside Palladium

+ 
Palladium Mall

+ 
Wenseslas Square \(Vaclavske Namesti\) from New Yorker to National Museum

+ 
Parizska Street \(from Old Town Square to Intercontinental\)

+ 
Novy Smichov Mall \(Andel metro stop\)





**DATE VENUES**

Prague Old Town has hundreds of dark bars and cool cafes. Choose two near your accommodation. I usually use Franz Kafka Cafe and Bugsy's Bar near the Old Town Square.





**RECOMMENDED ACCOMMODATION  
LOCATIONS:**

Make sure you're staying on the east side of the river, not on the west side \(Mala Strana\) so you're where all the daygame and bar action happens. No more than ten minutes from Wenceslas Square or close to Palladium Mall is a good idea.

Start with staying in a hostel if funds are tight whilst you do your initial number farming, then switch to an AirBnB once you've got active leads pinging. A hostel I used to use was Hostel Orange not far from New Yorker on Wenceslas Square.





**NON-GAME THINGS TO DO:**

In & around Prague you're blessed with hundreds of things to see and do. Here are some of my favourites:

+ 
Climb up to Prague Castle and walk on Petrin Hill

+ 
Explore the lanes and squares of Mala Strana to the west of Charles Bridge

+ 
See some live music at Reduta Jazz Club or Lucerna Music Bar

+ 
Drink Czech beer and eat local food at U Vejvodu Restaurant

+ 
Experience the Christmas Market in the Old Town Square

+ 
Hire a boat on the Vltava River in the sticky summer months





Polish daygame is a good stepping stone to real FSU adventures. The native girls are cute but not as stunning as their eastern neighbours. The country feels very European \(with an infrastructure and quality of life to now rival Germany or even Scandinavia\) with modernisation at a rapid rate. There are many Ukrainians studying in Poland \(out of the 46,000 international students, half are from Ukraine\) meaning that there is still hotness to be found on the streets of Kraków and Warsaw.

Kraków has immediate magnetism thanks to its Old Town charms and the mix of tourists, and this is where most of the daygamers head despite its small size. The capital Warsaw is far more of an eye-sore visually as 90% of the original city was destroyed by the Germans in 1944, leaving the Soviets to rebuild it from the 1950s to the 1970s in brutal Stalinist style.

I’d recommend starting with Kraków to test your daygame on a good mix of Polish, Czech, Slovak, Ukrainian and Belarusian girls. Begin at the train station, feast on the foot traffic in the adjacent Galeria shopping mall \(ideal for winter hustling\) and then head into the Old Town for some of the world’s most picturesque daygame. Even though the population is only 760,000, there are another 120,000 students \(plus 10 million tourists a year\) so you’ll have lots to shoot at.

Warsaw is a good gateway to other FSU daygame cities. The Polish national airline \(LOT\) has cheap flights from there to Prague, Moscow, Kiev, the Baltics and Moldova. The excellent Polish railway system means you can easily check out other nearby cities for mini daygame trips \(start with Wrocław, a tiny version of Kraków\) or take an overnight 9 hour journey to Prague.

Even in the few years that I’ve been visiting Poland on my way east, I’ve noticed rapid changes to their society. Western chains and brands are everywhere, and the waistline of girls is expanding thanks to Big Macs and Frappuccinos galore. After decades of Russian rule, I can understand why the Poles have their eyes fixed firmly on the west but it’s still surprising to see how fast things are changing.

Poland has been good to me in terms of daygame, notches and adventures with wings. Because of its high quality of life, it never feels as bleak and soul destroying as Ukraine or Russia when you’re having a dry spell or a run of blue balls bad luck.

Below are some of the Polish shenanigans I’ve experienced:

+ 
Two separate Ukrainian students studying there plus a teenage virgin, a 19 year old Same Day Lay, a Polish-Iranian girl and a late night booty call…all of these lays are featured in my infield product *Stealth Seduction*

+ 
Notches from three different waitress \(one in a sushi restaurant, one in a juice bar and one in a Polish cafe\) using the same technique as described in the Prague waitress lay report

+ 
A Same Day Lay with a hot 18 year old blonde girl who was wearing her Police Academy school uniform when I bounced her from the street back to mine

+ 
A random fast Same Day Lay with a girl who stopped me to ask for a lighter as I was walking home dejected from a no-show girl for a first date

+ 
Sex with a girl in a park after dark against a 13th Century church wall in the middle of Kraków

+ 
Risky sex with a girl in the plush Sky Bar of the Warsaw Marriott Hotel as she sat on my lap wearing a short skirt and I unzipped my fly. We smiled and nodded as the waitress came by to ask us if we were enjoying our time in the city.





### Après-Ski Surprise

One of the most magical game experiences I’ve ever had was in the Polish ski resort of Zakopane, a bus ride away from Kraków. I’d gone there with a daygame wing for a few days of skiing and time away from hustling. Our hibernation didn’t last long, as by the end of the second day we were wandering around the main street in the village looking for girls to open.

I remember it snowing heavily with everyone bundled up in their ski gear and woolly hats. As we were about to turn back to our hotel to thaw out in front of their roaring fire, I saw a girl dressed all in pink walking down the middle of the street alone. Pink snow boots, pink salopettes, a pink ski jacket and a pink knitted hat. Because she was so wrapped up I couldn’t tell how hot she was, but I could see some blonde hair and she looked to be in her mid-twenties.

I nudged my wing and asked him if he wanted to open her, as the stack and tease was so blatantly obvious. He’d had enough for the day so gave me the green light to open her myself. It was my first time front stopping a girl in the snow when both of us were wearing full winter gear, I felt like a lunar astronaut.

Bingo. I’d struck gold. God had rolled me a six. She took off her hat and smiled as I gave her the compliment. She was a beautiful Ukrainian girl who had been on a ski trip with work colleagues but they’d flown home that morning because of the death of someone’s relative. She’d stayed on and was in the resort alone for a couple more days, enjoying my teases about her being a Barbie girl in a Barbie world. Approaches like this make all the losses, all the flakes, all the blue balls and all the daygame frustrations worth it.

She said she was a beginner skier, and that the following day she was going to be on the nursery slopes near the edge of the village. I took her number and said I’d meet her there once I’d done a morning’s skiing higher up with my friend. There was a sexual crackle from the beginning and I was confident that we’d meet the following day.

I headed off skiing with my wing the next day and was surprised that she didn’t reply to my initial ping. By mid afternoon still nothing – my gut told me that there was a problem with her phone rather than it being a flake, so down at the base of the lifts where the beginner ski area was I passed by to see if I could spot her. And there she was, easy to see in her bright pink gear. She lit up when she spotted me – sure enough her phone wasn’t receiving any messages and she’d wondered if I’d show up.

We had a fun hour or two of basic skiing together. It was the perfect excuse to get physical as I showed her how to turn, how to shift her weight, and when I had to pick her up if she fell. On one level both of us knew the dirty subtext of what was going on underneath the innocent act of skiing. After an hour we were sipping hot wine at the bottom of the piste and then together we strolled back into the village itself.

I suggested another drink “in front of the fire” at my hotel bar, which she happily agreed to, but even though things were going well for some reason I was afraid of bouncing her up to the room. Perhaps it was because my wing was down the hall and I didn’t want to rub it in about the lucky find. Perhaps it felt too fast. Perhaps it was her hotness. Sometimes I just don’t know why my body seizes up when it’s time for the big escalation move of getting her into isolation. The Nice Guy remnants are hard to kill off completely.

Instead we went for a snowy walk in the dusk to “look at the river.” She’d mentioned her hotel was in that general direction, so it was easy to accompany her on the walk back. The freezing night air soon sobered us up as we followed the frozen river through a wood, a billion gleaming stars shining above us and the mountain summits profiled in the moonlight. The whole thing had been magical, from the skiing, to the roaring fire, to this.

At the entrance to her hotel I made my move, suggesting she let me in to use the bathroom and so I could try some of the Ukrainian chocolate she’d mentioned she had. Luckily there was no hesitation from her – she happily led me along the corridors to her room where I sat on the sofa and put on the tv as she went to change out of her ski gear and have a shower.

She came back a while later draped in a bathrobe and towels, like a mummified queen, sitting next to me on the sofa with my arm around her. She snuggled up to me like we’d known each other for years, and the kiss came easily. Without saying a word I took her by her hand to the bedroom, turned out the light and pinned her up against the wall, disrobing her whilst getting out of my ski clothes.

An hour or so later after the sweet love making had ceased, I walked back alone along the river to the centre of the village under the starry sky, breathing in the clear air and smiling from ear to ear about how magic daygame can be.





### KRAKOW LOGISTICS

**POPULATION:**

760,000





**GETTING THERE:**

Krakow airport is 17 km west of the city centre. There's a shuttle train between the two leaving every 30 minutes, taking you to the central railway station. I usually take an Uber instead, straight to my AirBnB.

You might also be arriving to Krakow from Warsaw by train. The journey takes around 2 hours, 45 minutes and is extremely comfortable.





**QUALITY OF GIRLS:**

Average. Polish girls are hotter than girls in the USA or UK but not as hot as girls from further east in the FSU.





**GAME DIFFICULTY:**

Intermediate. The responses are friendly but that can be a red herring. Ukrainian students will challenge your game more.





**MAIN DAYGAME AREAS:**

+ 
Krakow Glowny train station & the connected Galeria Mall

+ 
Plac Jana Nowaka Jezioranskiego

+ 
Planty park around the circumference of the Old Town

+ 
University Jagiellonski \(around Wislna\)

+ 
University Papieski Jana Pawla II \(around Kanonicza\)

+ 
Galeria Kazimierz mall





**DATE VENUES**

You're spoilt for choice when it comes to dark bars and cosy cafes in the Old Town. Do a reconnaissance when you arrive to find two venues near your apartment.





**RECOMMENDED ACCOMMODATION  
LOCATIONS:**

Because the Krakow daygame and dating area is so small, you have to stay in the Old Town, like in the cities of the Baltics. Lots of tourism means lots of choice when it comes to AirBnB apartments or hostels inside the Old Town walls. Aim to be no more than 10 minutes from the main square.





**NON-GAME THINGS TO DO:**

+ 
Explore the Old Town around the Main Square

+ 
Krakow Pinball Museum

+ 
Relax in Planty Park

+ 
Stroll along the Wisla river beneath Wawel Castle

+ 
Rent a kayak \(from near Pilsudski Bridge\)

+ 
Skiing in the nearby resort of Zakopane \(a 2 hour bus ride from the coach station\)





What about Russian and FSU girls abroad – how does their behaviour change and what daygame adaptations need to be made? It’s a common question as many guys in the US, Europe and Australia can’t just jet off to the FSU to hustle at the source. Guys also have strong limiting beliefs about big differences between girls from country to country, city to city, worrying that they have to completely change their tactics with girls from different nationalities.

My first 100 daygame notches happened pretty much all in London where I was living and holding down a full time job, as I document in my first book *Daygame*. The magic of London is that you can hustle girls from all over the world in one place. I got my original Russian, Ukrainian, Polish, Czech, Slovak, Latvian and Lithuanian flags there without having to leave my own city. Some of these girls were tourists to London, just visiting for a few days or weeks. Others had moved there permanently, leaving their former lives behind.

This chapter needs to be broken into these two different categories: FSU tourists and FSU émigrés. The behaviour of the two types can be different, and the locations where you’ll find these girls will also be separate.

Note that this chapter is largely about FSU countries that still require visas to get in and out. Countries like Poland, the Baltics and the Czech Republic who are now in the European Union don’t have these restrictions so girls can travel for holidays, study or work far easier.





### FSU Tourists

If a Russian, Ukrainian, or Belarusian girl is travelling to the west for a holiday then it means she’s rich, full stop. To overcome all the bureaucratic red tape and afford visas, plane tickets, hotels and expenses takes a lot of resources. Either she’s come from a rich family \(with “new money” after the fall of the Soviet Union\) or she’s got some form of sponsor – a Sugar Daddy, a “talent scout” running some kind of snake seduction or any number of other provider schemes.

Because of the tough climate for most of the year, FSU girls love showing off their Instagram bodies on the sunny summer beaches of Turkey \(e.g. Antalya, Bodrum\) the Greek Islands \(e.g. Crete, Rhodes\), the South of France \(e.g. Nice, Cannes\), Italy \(e.g. Sardinia, Rimini\), Dubai or Thailand. Note that you’ll find more “ordinary” Russians and Ukrainians in the destinations which don’t need expensive visas \(see below\).

When FSU girls are on summer holidays they’re either with their family or female friends, unless they’re being taken there by a rich provider boyfriend. If she’s with her family then she might be more well behaved than if she’s there with her girl friends. Either way, the good news is that they behave far more promiscuously when abroad for their week in the sun. Local guys and pickup artists know this, fishing for these girls around the pool, on the beach and in the tacky tourist bars that line the resorts. Russian and Ukrainian girls will drop their perpetual hunt for boyfriends/husbands to have some lover fun with bad boys, away from the societal pressures and spying eyes of home.

I shouldn’t have to tell you by this stage in the book to **NOT** offer to take FSU girls on holiday as a ruse to sleeping with them. This puts you firmly in the pay-for-play provider box where you’re being hustled by her for a visa / holiday / gifts. There are many rich guys flying Russian and Ukrainian girls out to the French Riviera or the Middle East for yacht parties and champagne in return for sex; a convoluted form of prostitution.





**COUNTRIES WHERE RUSSIAN / UKRAINIAN GIRLS CAN GO WITHOUT A VISA:**

**Russian and Ukrainian girls either need a Schengen visa \(to visit most of Europe\), a British visa or an American visa. Schengens are easier to get than entry to the UK or the USA but it’s still a drawn out sweat involving money and paperwork.**

**The loop hole for these girls and daygamers is that there are certain countries that have a reciprocal agreement with Russia and Ukraine, allowing visa-free travel for them. These include: Brazil, Cuba, Egypt, Israel, Morocco, Serbia, Thailand & Turkey**

**That means you’ll find Russian and Ukrainian girls there who are not as rich as elsewhere in the world, meaning less gold diggers and more normal behaviour.**



You’ll also find Russian and Ukrainian girls in all of the main European tourist cities, from Paris and Milan to Barcelona and London. If they’re over in America then there’s a good chance they’re on some sort of work-study-travel visa. Many take “language courses” or “summer schools” in major cities as an excuse to leave their countries for longer. In London, if you daygame around Holborn then you’ll find plenty of such girls. Again, like with the ones you’ll find on the beach, these girls are likely to be more promiscuous in foreign cities than they would be back home. I’ve had my fair share of fast Same Day Lays with Russians in London and beyond \(see below\).

As I’ve said, if she’s managed to leave the FSU for tourism then she’s wealthy. This might well mean that she exhibits princess behaviour – arrogant and demanding on top of the usual Russian or Ukrainian iciness. She might have been spoilt by rich parents or have an inflated ego thanks to a long list of provider guys kissing her arse and buying her things. This is of course a generalisation, and I’ve dated many FSU girls abroad who aren’t Instagram Barbies, but be ready for an extra dose of high maintenance.

Some of the Russian / FSU girls away from home as tourists that I’ve seduced include:

+ 
The Ukrainian girl in the Polish ski resort \(see chapter eight\)

+ 
A fast Same Day Lay with a Russian girl on board an overnight ferry from St Petersburg to Helsinki

+ 
A Belarusian catwalk model who I daygamed in Minsk and then slept with in her rich father’s villa on the shore of Lake Como in Italy

+ 
The many Russians, Ukrainians and other FSU tourist girls I slept with that are documented in my first book *Daygame*





Below is one of my favourite lay reports with a Russian tourist abroad, divided into thirds like a game of Three-Card Monte. It shows both the global nature of daygame and the infinite power of the internet for long-game hustling. Take your eye off the lady and you’ll be hustled yourself.

At the end of 2014 I was going through a big burn out. Two years of relentless daygame travel around the world, a lack of continuity or a base and still reeling from a death in the family. Unplugging from the matrix had left me disorientated.

A fellow British daygamer and flowmad called John suggested we get some late October sunshine in the south of France as a detox. I told him I wasn’t in a good state for daygame but that I’d come for the vitamin D and croissants. I’d not had a non-pickup holiday in years.

John had a thing for arty French girls, like me, so we chose the city of Marseille because of its bohemian vibe in comparison to the yachting crowd of Nice or Cannes. Hipster French girls, lazy days and sunshine; we had high hopes.

I arrived in Marseille airport to blue skies and the smell of pine trees signalling I was in the Mediterranean. John was arriving later so I took a bus into the city and headed for the port.

Rather than being the picture postcard Mediterranean city I'd imagined, I was surprised at how dirty and dangerous the port area felt. Local girls nervously scurried past gangs of guys smoking weed and tagging up shop shutters with spray paint. Perhaps I should have done more research.

I met John later in the day and we checked into our AirBnB up near the Notra-Dame de la Garde – a gorgeous old apartment with wooden shutters, paintings on every wall, farmhouse tiles and a balcony overlooking the hilltop basilica.

It didn’t take John and I long to adopt the Mediterranean way of life. Each morning one of us would go to the local bakery to buy hot fresh croissants and pan-au-chocolates. We’d brew some fresh coffee and have breakfast on the balcony. Then we’d explore the city – harbour, old town, a boat trip around the island prison that was the inspiration for Dumas’ *The Count Of Monte Cristo*.

As we explored John would stop and daygame hot girls that he saw out and about. I was trying hard to switch off from approaching, but by the end of the first day I was getting horny and twitchy to daygame.

By the second day I was approaching as much as John, enjoying the new city, new girls and French vibes. My mojo had returned. One of my early approaches was a fast Facebook close of a hot Russian girl who was in the city for a few days with a group on holiday. I’d heard her heels before seeing her, and she immediately stood out with her tight dress and tall slim body. She was mid-twenties, a company director from Moscow and typically monosyllabic.

I quickly forgot about the close and moved onto trying to get some of the local girls out before our trip was up. The Russian girl was busy with her tour group and the probability of anything happening with her small.

Back in the UK a few weeks later during time off from daygame and travel I pinged some of my long game leads. The Marseille Russian had accepted my friend request and we’d been having occasional late night chats. Checking her profile, I realised she had a 2-year old son and had just gone through a divorce \(why she’d gone to France\).

Fast forward a month and there I was in snowy sub-zero Moscow, early December. I’d returned to close two loops from my last trip and teach a student in the giant heated malls full of girls despite the season. On Tverskaya outside my apartment they were calving ice sculptures as girls scurried from the metro station to their work or home, wrapped up in fur but still wearing heels in the snow.

I only had five nights in the city. Three of them were booked with trying to close the other two loops, but I’d still managed to arrange a date with the girl from Marseille on my last evening there.

We met for a drink in the lobby bar of the Ritz Carlton. She was an hour late \(very normal in the FSU\) but for a genuine reason – Moscow traffic had been crazy because of a snow storm and she’d come straight from work, snow dusting her fur coat, her mum looking after her son. She was one of the “new rich” in Russia with a good salary from her job as a director and the payout from her divorce. She kept her word of paying for the drinks to apologise.

I’d chosen the venue as it was the closest to my apartment in case I was going to pull. We sipped our drinks in the gilded lobby bar as a pianist played jazz classics next to us. I looked out of place in my dirty boots, old jeans and leather jacket and she joked that I needed a rich woman to take care of me. I told her I was a glorified bum and that I didn’t even own a bicycle, just to make sure there wasn’t any provider frame.

She didn’t ask any of the usual Frame Tests but instead opened up about “not wanting to be a strong girl anymore.” She’d divorced her husband because he’d cheated on her while she was away at a business conference. It was clear she hadn’t been on a date in a long time, and had the “happy to be here” look about her. “I want to feel like a teenager again” she beamed.

After an hour her phone rang and it was her mother telling her she needed to come back home to deal with her son. Once again cock blocked by the clock. We walked outside into the snowy night and kissed by the metro steps, making loose plans to maybe meet properly when our paths crossed in Prague in the new year.

Over Christmas the long game pinging with her intensified. She told me her next company meeting was in Prague in January. I’d got two residential sessions booked and we worked out two days when we could possibly meet. The messaging moved from rapport to sexual as she’d ping photos of her in gym clothes, her getting ready for bed, bikini shots and finally naked selfies. The trick is to escalate gradually, getting more and more compliance, sending her photos of you that amp things up along with role play chats that get heavier and heavier.

By the time I landed in Prague a month later we’d had full sex chats and it seemed like a done deal. I was staying in an apartment behind the Palladium shopping centre and she was due to fly into the city a day after me. Like Moscow, the city was muffled by snow, the summer tourists gone and been replaced by icy silence.

Coaching over, I headed back to the apartment to shower and go and meet her. Suddenly she went off the text radar. Silence all evening. I was puzzled what had happened to her, it had seemed like a dead cert. Instead I went out for goodbye beers and goulash with my student and then headed back home to crash. Still no messages.

Early the next morning she texted to say she’d randomly bumped into her cousin at the airport and that they were spending time catching up and sightseeing. She suggested a “quick coffee” all together later. It was her forebrain taking over her hindbrain at the last hurdle, the common “cold feet” syndrome in Game especially if the lay is not spontaneous and she’s had time to think. The cousin was her excuse to de-rail the train.

Such an attempt at snatching the frame needs short, sharp punishment. I did the only thing left to do and went silent myself, not answering her messages which got more and more frequent. The power of the push, giving her the gift of chasing.

By the following morning she’d caved in and was asking for my apartment address. She was flying out in the evening and had now ditched her cousin to come and find me. I told her to bring coffee as an apology.

As soon as she entered my apartment the build-up exploded. Coffees were forgotten as we made out heavily like teenagers on the sofa. *“I have bad news”* she said as I went to undo her jeans. *“It’s woman’s day for me.”*

Many Russian girls have a big superstition when it comes to their periods and blood. *“Come, come…”* I said, taking her towards the bathroom, undressing and turning on the shower. *“You don’t mind?”* she asked. “*I want you”* I replied, pulling off her top and undoing her jeans. The hot water of the shower drowned out our moans as the hustle climaxed and I got my winnings for keeping an eye on the prize.





### FSU Emigrés

Russian, Ukrainian and Belarusian girls who have permanently moved abroad to live can be a very different daygame phenomenon than just tourists or girls who’ve moved from FSU countries that are now in the European Union.

As already mentioned, it takes lots of paperwork and money for a girl to move west if she’s from a visa-locked FSU country. Students might get a work-study visa to make it to the UK or the USA, aspiring models might get a work contract in Asia or Europe, Barbie dolls might get their visa sorted by their Sugar Daddies and daughters of nouveau-rich parents might just land on their feet with a scholarship or an unlimited credit card.

There’s a significant number of Russians and Ukrainians who have married men from Turkey, Egypt, Lebanon and Israel \(they’ve often initially met them on holiday\) and who are now living there. I’ve not had much experience daygaming these kinds of girls in these locations so I won’t comment.

There are regular Ukrainians fleeing their war-torn country for Europe and beyond, but even then they’ll need a contact, work, money in their bank account and a lot of hustling. For example, many Ukrainians from the west are digging around their ancestry to try to find Polish roots that would allow possible access to a Polish passport.

These factors often mean that Russian, Ukrainian and Belarusian girls who live abroad have a more bitchy, spoilt attitude which brings with it its own complications for a daygamer. Not only do you have to face the normal icy Slavic issues \(as detailed in Chapter 1\) but you’ll also have to face excessive Princess Behaviour and extremes of entitlement.

There are large populations of wealthy Russians living in London \(Mayfair, Chelsea\), New York \(Brighton Beach\) and Miami \(Sunny Isles\) which daygamers can test their skills on. An easy place to find them is around the high end stores in the high end malls or areas \(e.g. Bond Street in London\). You’ll come across a lot of plastic surgery, hot divorced women and socialite daughters. They know their value relative to local girls, and they know how to play the game.

Non-reactivity is essential. Don’t bite on their drama. Seem unimpressed with their beauty. Replace your comedic banter with qualifying challenging. Underneath the prickly exteriors they are often unhappy with their western excesses and are in need of a strong seducer to remind them of home. The very high divorce rates amongst Russians means that you’ll often find 25-30 year old women who are recently single having left their ex-husband behind in Russia and are now living on the alimony abroad. Many times they won’t have jobs, so a plus is that they’ll often be bored with lots of free time.

In my first book *Daygame* I document a lay I had with a rich Russian MILF I’d met on Long Acre Street. I slept with her in her luxury Covent Garden apartment that her soon to be ex-husband was paying for back in Moscow. He’d cheated on her so she’d left him and had chosen to sleep with me as her revenge.

On *Stealth Seduction* you can check out the full infield of me gutter gaming in Vancouver and Same Night Laying a teenage Kazakh girl who was now living in Canada. Kazakhstan is one of the former Soviet Russian republics \(along with many others of the “stans”\) whose girls and daygame I will save for another book due to their complexity and scope.

Some of my toughest dates have been with Russians, Ukrainians and Belarusians living abroad. As a beginner, I remember the first time I instant-dated a Russian girl from Oxford Street into Starbucks. I’d not seen beauty like it and was totally supplicating. I failed all her frosty shit tests and qualified myself like it was a job interview. I’d lost the frame from the moment we’d sat down, and remember taking her on another three or four dates around London like her little accessory. Of course the lay didn’t happen.

There are exceptions to these icy snow queens. My last long-term open relationship was with a Ukrainian girl I met on Oxford Street who was moving to London to join her family who was already there. She was a beautiful, young, creative girl who worked as an artist and shoe designer. Both her and her family were humble and modest – they’d managed to leave Ukraine thanks to Polish ancestry and a Polish passport, living together in a tiny apartment in East London. There was nothing flashy or showy about them at all, with no arrogance or attitude. They certainly weren’t rich, scraping together and working multiple odd jobs to stay in the UK.

“A throne is just a velvet covered chair” said Napoleon allegedly. It’s a key quote to remember when daygaming hot Russians and FSU girls who are living abroad. Don’t be intimidated by their beauty \(in Moscow you’ll see a far higher concentration\) or their KGB-like shit tests. Remember that underneath the glamorous Barbie lifestyle she posts on Instagram is an insecure, lonely girl who longs for her motherland.





*“It’s better to be slapped with the truth than kissed with a lie”*

Russian Proverb

I’ve still not resolved my love-hate relationship with FSU daygame, and I don’t think I ever will. The hottest girls I’ve ever seduced and the warmest relationships I’ve had have been from there. I’m addicted to the big heart and soul of Russia and its neighbouring countries. But it’s so tough not be affected by the grimness of Soviet ghosts everywhere. Life is tough, life is ugly, life is brutal, but that just makes the glowing heart at its centre ever more addictive.

Even though this generation of 18-30 FSU girls were not even born under the hammer and sickle, the contradictions and schizophrenic nature of their nation’s recent past is inescapable. Slavic characteristics are written in their DNA plus traditions and mindsets from their parents and grandparents are deeply embedded. At the same time the monumental magnetic pull towards the west is so powerful that it leaves fractured fault lines in every person you meet.

It comes down to an ideology versus biology. Obedience and conformism versus Darwinian rebelliousness. Self-imposed order versus wild primitive chaos. The White Swan versus the Black Swan. What a girl says she does versus what a girl actually does. Blissful ignorance versus hard truths. All these contradictions are at the centre of the FSU puzzle.

Too many guys go east to the FSU with a purity fantasy and Disney ideals, looking for chaste girls who are “different from all the rest.” At the same time, FSU girls in their droves are heading west \(or at least dreaming of it\) to live out their liberated feral desires. Both sides get angry at each other. The guys complain that girls are becoming “too slutty” while the girls complain that the guys are becoming “too soft.”

The internet changed everything. No longer can an ideology or a religion monopolise information. Guys are learning about the hotness of Slavic girls and heading east. Girls are learning about sexual freedom and heading west. Biology always prevails.

I’ve got so many positive memories from Russia and the other FSU countries. I owe them a lot in terms of daygame adventures and seduction successes. I’ve relished the history, culture, landscapes and beauty beyond just the girls. Daygaming there improved my frame and hustling skills immensely, toughening me up and giving me access to a hotness of women that I’d just not found back home.

As documented in earlier chapters, I’ve also had my fair share of bleak times in the FSU. Sitting alone in a shabby apartment questioning why I was there. Dealing with the emotional volatility that comes with the enormous highs and lows of solo daygame abroad. Twice have had big depressive periods kick in when in FSU cities after weeks of blow outs, flakes and blue balls. I know three other daygamers who've had semi-breakdowns when on solo FSU daygame trips because of the stresses and strains documented in this book. That should be the health warning written in small print on every airline ticket to Russia and its neighbouring countries.

I’ve often found myself wondering what my father would make of it all. Like me, he loved the Slavic beauty but did everything in his power to escape the Soviet regime for a new life in Britain. He went west, I choose to go east – the irony is obvious. When I walk the cobbled streets of FSU cities I feel his presence. He's there with me in the smoky jazz bars as I'm sitting next to a beautiful girl. I toast him when drinking a dark beer after pulling off a successful seduction. I know he'd understand why I'm drawn to this part of the world and be pleased at me embracing my Slavic roots.

Perhaps after reading this book you’re asking yourself is it worth it? Should you travel around the FSU in an attempt to seduce girls? The answer to that is personal. I’d definitely recommend that you learn the daygame skill-set in your home country and city first so you’re at least intermediate. Then dip your toe into the water by hustling FSU girls abroad, or taking a short trip to a city like Prague or Kiev. Finally, bite the bullet and spend a few weeks in Moscow or Minsk to see how you cope with the daygame and living conditions there.

Go in with your eyes open. Read up on both sides of the political propaganda. Ditch your stereotypes about Russia being all about vodka, bears and balalaikas. Leave your White Swan purity fantasies at home. Don’t be put off by her Black Swan secrets and desires. Decide for yourself what FSU living and hustling is all about by actually going and trying it for real. The contradictions there, like in life, are frustrating and messy but equally fascinating. Let me know about your FSU daygame adventures by dropping me an email \(tom@tomtorero.com\).





### FUNDAMENTALS



### a\) The London Daygame Model



The London Daygame Model \(LDM\) is a theoretical framework for describing the five stages of what happens during a typical daygame approach:

+ 
**Open** \(say hello and tell her what you want\)

+ 
**Stack** \(throw out flirty bait to get a conversational topic going\)

+ 
**Vibing** \(have fun with her on that topic until she “hooks”\)

+ 
**Invest** \(dial down your energy to get her working\)

+ 
**Close** \(get her details or walk off with her\)


Watch out for the **“Hook Point”** during the Vibing phase where she shows interest in the proposition and starts investing in the interaction. It's a key shift in energy as we move from attraction to rapport.

Watch my “Beginners Guide To Daygame” for free on Youtube where you'll see me teaching this model live infield to two beginners. It's much easier to see it in action that read about it theoretically.





### b\) Torero Text Model

My three-stage model explains what to do after getting her number in order to have a date \(or dates\) with her:

+ 
**Feeler Text** \(to see if it's a real number / if she responds / if she's keen\)

+ 
**Ping Texts** \(a back-and-forth exchange of light-hearted flirtatious messages\)

+ 
**Date Request Text** \(asking her out\)




I also often use Photo Pings, Audio Pings and Recovery Texts, all of which I go through in *Street Hustle*.

Watch my video called “Tom Torero's Texting Tips” for free on Youtube to see more of this texting model in action.





### c\) Torero Date Model

My date model goes over the **twelve steps** I take on a typical date \(or dates\) in order to successfully seduce a girl.



**Plan A** is to complete the model in one evening on the first date.

**Plan B** is to complete stages 1-8 on the first date and then 9-12 on a second date.

**Plan C** is to complete stages 1-8 on the first date, repeat 5-8 on the second date and then complete 9-12 on a third date.

I don't go over three dates in order to avoid the “make him wait” boyfriend / provider frame she's trying to set. Street Hustlers should be operating as lovers.

1\) Meet her at a pre-arranged spot and walk to the first venue, making light-hearted banter on the way

2\) Arrive at the **first venue**. This should be a cafe or bar that is bright and busy. Spike things up by reminding her it's a man-to-woman dynamic

3\) Build rapport over the first drink using the usual “getting to know you” topics

4\) Move to the second venue, spiking it up as you walk there with some light touch and / or sexualised comments

5\) The **second venue** should be darker and more seductive, like a lounge or a cocktail bar. You need to be sitting next to her this time on a sofa or stools. Here you'll go into deep rapport by getting her to open up emotionally

6\) Spike out of comfort by beginning **verbal and physical escalation**

7\) Chill in the second venue, slowing everything down and giving her space

8\) Amp up the escalation again, this time going for the kiss

9\) **Bounce to yours / hers** \(or a close location\), preferably in a taxi, making chit-chat to calm her mind

10\) Spike things up on the sofa with more kissing as you watch the film / listen to music

11\) Relax on your sofa or move your laptop into the bedroom for chilling

12\) Escalate towards sex

Note that I don't adhere strictly to the model when doing it infield but keep it fluid and improvisational. Years of experience allow me to do this. I'm often condensing the stages and pushing things fast in “bad boy” mode because of my abundance of leads and my tight travel schedule.

Watch my video “What To Do On A Date \(A-Z Guide\)” for free on Youtube to see me explaining the model in more detail.





### FSU Stacks & Stories

A little bit of local knowledge goes a long way. Use the following information in your Stacking and Vibing to tease, role-play and spike things up. They're only examples so over time build up your own bank of ideas and themes.

Yes, they involve stereotypes. But no, the aim is not to offend \(“neg”\), it is to be flirty, cheeky and provocative to make her smile. Delivery is everything, so make sure she knows you're only being playful by your vocal tonality and facial expressions.

NB: If she's not Russian or doesn't have Russian roots, be warned not to make any Russian stereotypes with her \(especially in Ukraine and the Baltics\). With Russian girls, avoid the whole “you're a vodka-drinking alcoholic” which is unnecessarily offensive.





**Russian Girls:**

After the initial compliment, compare her walk to a ballerina from the Bolshoi ballet or a dreamy cosmonaut. Tell her you're a spy from your country and that maybe she works for the KGB. Notice her fur coat or warm layers and suggest she's a hunter in Siberia. Playfully compare her woolly hat to the Soviet cartoon character Cheburashka.





**Ukrainian Girls:**

After the initial compliment, comment on the fact that she's so relaxed like on a beach in Odessa. Tell her you like her style but that next time she has to wear her vashivanka \(traditional costume\). Comment on her focussed walk, like she's on a mission to buy some famous “Lviv” chocolate. Point out how happy she is, like the Soviet cartoon character Kapitoshka.





**Belarusian Girls:**

After the initial compliment, tell her she's cute but suspicious like a KGB agent, or that she might be smuggling potatoes. Point out her shoes and ask her if she sometimes wears valenki \(traditional boots\). Tell her that she's far too happy and that she's put krupnik \(liqueur\) in her coffee.





**Moldovan Girls:**

After the initial compliment tell her she's suspiciously happy like she's just come from Cricova \(a famous winery\). Tell her she's full of energy like she had mamaliga \(Moldovan porridge\) for breakfast. In your stories tell her that you can't stand hearing the song “Mai Ya Hee” \(most famous Moldovan pop song\) everywhere you go.





**Latvian Girls:**

After the initial compliment, tell her she looks very bohemian like she's off to the Jani festival \(midsummer festival\). Ask her about the tradition in Jani of finding the “fern flower” in the woods with a guy \(sex\). Tease her about the saying that Latvians have six toes, or qualify her about why Latvians worship ice-hockey. Tell her she could be a potato smuggler.





**Estonian Girls:**

After the initial compliment, tell her people in Tallinn are so much more dreamy compared to Latvia or Lithuania. Suggest she's so relaxed because she's just had a sauna. Ask her to teach you to say “jäääär” \(“edge of ice”\). Tell her she looks like she's on a mission to buy Kalev \(famous chocolate\) or she's so happy because she's had some Vana Tallinn \(liqueur\).





**Lithuanian Girls:**

After the initial compliment, tell her she's walking fast like a basketball player \(the national obsession\) or determined like she's going to invade Latvia. Point out how dreamy she is, like she's out picking mushrooms, or how suspiciously happy she is because of the krupnik \(liqueur\) in her coffee.





**Czech Girls:**

After the initial compliment, point out that she's walking so quickly like an ice-hockey player. Say she looks like she's on a Becherovka \(herbal liqueur\) mission or that she's so dreamy like she's come from the chata \(summer house\). Tease her about being cute like Krtek \(a mole character from Soviet cartoons\).





**Polish Girls:**

After the initial compliment, guess that she's hurrying on her way to the local Catholic church. Point out that it's nice to see her smiling as everyone looks so serious. Suggest she's on an important Zubrowka \(vodka\) mission or that she'll have to reveal to you her pierogi \(dumpling\) recipe.





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