Attention, gentlemen. If you think you understand flirting, you haven’t met a Muscovite woman. Relationships here are no stroll in Gorky Park. This is a chess game on Red Square, where you are a calculated, strictly valued piece. Got an “ok”? Congratulations, you’re merely on the list. Reply came two days later? She wasn’t busy. She was testing your resilience, like a spy in an interrogation room. This is the “Protocol,” not romance. Ready for a shock? A new post on how Moscow ladies do it beautifully, coldly, and always keep the remote control in their hands.
