A Western diplomat in Russia tells me that he has never been so lonely. With relations between his government and the Kremlin even cooler than the sub-zero temperatures outside, he is adrift in unfamiliar terrain.
But it’s not as though he’s short of company: everywhere he goes, he is stalked by women whose sole desire is to make passionate love with him, amenable to any acts, groupings and positions that would best serve his erotic bliss. “It’s hell,” he sighs.
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