...Monia loved to review the record of his visit to the public house on the reverse side, where he liked the moment when after sex the prostitute returned a hundred backs.

The Sunday issue was good, reminded of one story from the bad nineties.

In the winter of 1999, we arrived for fees in Moscow, where we confirmed our degree on certification.
We settled in a hotel in Mariina's farm called Golden Fish, which belonged to the Ministry of Fisheries during the Union period, and where we have been before, as it was located near the hall where the certification was held.
We immediately made friends with the administrators and the staff on the floor, generously thanks to their staff for their attention, so when after the training climbing and rolling without strength we brought and dinner and cooked a delicious coffee.
On the last day before the departure after the certification where we were relentlessly mutilated, we decided to remove the pain syndrome with alcohol in the nearest cabbage, where as we found out, guests from Khabarovsk had fun and a lot of girls.
Coming to the cabbage we sat down at the table and were taken for theirs by the bandit public.
I have to say the look we had another one, two hundred-kilogram cabinets, short-cut, in chains with barsets and cell phones, as well as with sediments on the faces and with the shattered bones of the fists.
Respect was read in the eyes of the surrounding public, especially since a group of representatives of the fishing industry walking at the neighboring table greeted us as old acquaintances.
Despite the threatening appearance, we still had traces of intelligence on our faces, and pretty quickly two beautiful ladies, looking like prostitutes, sat down at our table.
They presented themselves as students from Tver Masha and Natasha and asked them to feed, hinting on the continuation of the evening.
I immediately asked how much it would cost us, but they were very naturally offended to say that they were not prostitutes and that they were willing to spend the evening with us just like that.
To be honest, I didn't want to fuck very much, as the whole body hurt after we were mocked by various sparring partners, and I didn't believe them very much, assuming that a hundred dollars would still have to be given, but the frog didn't let go, the more money was available.
We sat very well, paid for the table, gave good teas to the waitress and it was visible that we had the money.
The ladies agreed to go with us to the room only after we explained that they were not the bandits but the athletes and the comrade even showed them the plane ticket for tomorrow to our city.
After buying two bottles of champagne at a triple price and on the way in a bar of chocolate and fruit, we crashed into our room to continue the evening.
The guard did not object to such a late visit of the girls, but the corridor was a little strained that I noted about myself.
The comrade decided not to stretch the pleasure and quickly went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my mouth, and I put champagne on the table, opened the bottle and went out to the corridor to ask the duty to bring coffee and a plate of fruits.
When I approached her with a request, she quickly cooled my sexual desire.
- Boys, in any case do not drink anything with them, as I recognized them, they were clowns and somewhere half a year ago they struck a guest here.
Fucking overwhelmed finally, and it was very sorry for the money spent in the cabbage on these bits.
As I entered the room, I closed the door with a key and put it in my pocket, and entered the room, at the same time a friend came out like a true macho in a towel around the thighs which caused the applause of the ladies.
The champagne was already shed on the glasses of the ladies, smiling, stretched our glasses.
And now the girls quickly and loudly drank these glasses!
A friend in a slight misunderstanding stuck without understanding what I meant, but the girls immediately understood and broke to the door.
- Girls, do not rush, the key is here, and the ments I have already called, or do you give up to the local guard?
I must say that even though I smiled, the expression of my face did not foretell them anything good.
They wavered and began to ask them not to surrender security and that they would do everything in the best way, but we refused.
Seeing that the excuses on us did not work, the one who was more compassionate took out of the wallet two hundred backs and tearfully asked to let go, showing a photo where she was with the children and pushing for pity, because she understood what the local security would do with them.
Having decided that we didn’t need hemorrhoids with neither mint nor guard, we took two hundred backs and let them go.
Understanding that this money would not be useful to us, we donated it to the service administrator with words of gratitude, for the fact that she saved us from trouble and in gratitude were drunk with a chic coffee.
This is the first time a prostitute paid money to Solomon.