It once was that any hopeless American man—no matter just just how fat, bald, or ugly—could journey to Moscow and return to Topeka having a gorgeous trophy spouse.

It once was that any hopeless American man—no matter just just how fat, bald, or ugly—could journey to Moscow and return to Topeka having a gorgeous trophy spouse.

But because of a booming Putin-era economy—and all the prosperity and gold-plated Land Rovers that are included with it—the times of the grateful bride that is russian fading fast

it’s 6:30 p.m., and everybody else is crowded right into a gloomy, nondescript space from the very very first floor of Kiev’s St. ادامه خواندن “It once was that any hopeless American man—no matter just just how fat, bald, or ugly—could journey to Moscow and return to Topeka having a gorgeous trophy spouse.”