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Usually Oliona wouldn’t even think of talking to me, one of those impossible-to-access girls who would bat me away with a flick of her eyelashes.
There are dozens of such “academies” in Moscow and St.
In return the sugar daddy gets her supple and tanned body any time he wants, day or night, always rainbow happy, always ready to perform.“You should see the eyes of the girls back home. “‘Oh, so your accent’s changed, you speak like a Muscovite now,’ they say. Gone back to mummy.”But her sugar daddy promised her a new car three months ago, and he still hasn’t delivered; she’s worried he’s going off her.“Everything you see in this flat is his; I don’t own anything,” says Oliona, peering at her own apartment as if it’s just a stage set, as if it’s someone else who lives there. The guys and girls look at themselves and think: “Did that really happen to me? With all the Maybachs and rapes and gangsters and mass graves and penthouses and sparkly dresses?
Well, fuck them: that just makes me proud.”“Could you ever go back there? And the minute the sugar daddy gets bored with her, she’s out. ”Excerpted from Peter Pomerantsev's new book, Nothing Is True And Everything Is Possible: The Surreal Heart Of The New Russia (Public Affairs, November 11).
Petersburg, with names such as “Geisha School” or “How to Be a Real Woman.”“Go to an expensive area of town,” continues the instructress. A wealthy man might approach to help.”“I want a man who can stand strong on [his] own two feet.
Who will make me feel as safe as behind a wall of stone,” says Oliona, a recent graduate, employing the parallel language of the gold digger (what she means is she wants a man with money).