Moscow: Day 7
First day off since I arrived a week ago! And… it snowed! I mean, flurries, really, but still. SNOW!!! I love it.
The writers and I went out to a bar last night to watch the Chelsea match, and my Interpreter had to leave early to meet a “student” of his for the Master Class seduction program. He asked if I wanted to tag along and watch for fun. I declined, but I was curious what the Master Class involved, and he said that in order to get the certificate (Yup. There’s a certificate.), they usually started with warm-up techniques like “how to get a girl to buy you a drink” and “how to get a girl’s phone number without saying a word”. This sounds vaguely similar to learning how to be a douchebag, but I refrained from voicing this opinion so I could hear more on Monday.
Moscow: Day 4
Had dinner with my Interpreter last night. We went to a packed American Diner in the Tverskaya District that had a bull-riding competition on the TV. Ugh. Despite the atmosphere, he seemed to like the place, and it was a good opportunity — and our first — to sit down and get to know each other a little bit. But within minutes of our conversation, he interrupted me to let me know that he had a “mark” (some girl) sitting behind me, and it was the perfect set-up for him to employ his “seduction” techniques. I was a little stunned, but also amazed, by how important this was to him, and also letting me know that whatever I was saying was not that important. Which, let’s be honest, probably wasn’t. But, he began making these weird faces at her, just staring at her, making the “Hey, Baby” face at her (video above), all the while asking me to continue talking — which was impossible.
By the end of dinner, I had stopped talking and watched bull-riding as he tried to pick her up, walking over to her table. He came back within minutes, claimed that the girl wasn’t interested, which didn’t seem to bother him in the slightest, blaming it on the fact that perhaps she was too young for him, claiming that she and her friends looked like they were in the 9th grade. I wanted to point out that perhaps hitting on a 9th Grader was probably not a great idea, but when you’re dealing with a “seduction artist” I suppose all bets are off?
When we got up to leave, I glanced over, finally, at the girl behind me, and she did, in fact, look like she was in the 9th grade — and she wasn’t impressed.
Moscow: Day 3 (part 2)
The #supercat video got me thinking about another cat I enjoy — Bulgakov’s, from “The Master and Margarita”. So I went over to his apartment/museum where, apparently, anyone can graffiti the walls in appreciation. So here are a few shots of Bulgakov’s cat, by fans:
Moscow: Day 3 (part 1)
Today was all about Mikhail Bulgakov, cats, and writing. Work was yet another half-day because the guys were pulled away to punch-up the last few episodes of Season One — scripts that have not yet been translated for me — and as such, render me helpless. But it was a great day of breaking stories for Season Two. And an even better day, because the three creators of the show (Dennis, Sascha, and Kiril) also happen to have a pretty funny YouTube channel, and wanted me to see a live-action comic book video, starring a cat! Link is above. I think you’ll enjoy.
Met my Interpreter today. Nice guy. Traveled 2,000 KM, from the other side of the Ural Mountains, for this gig. I think he’s already disappointed by me. But I am completely fascinated by him. Being an Interpreter is just one of his three jobs. He is also a dance instructor (tango!), and a “seduction coach”. I thought I had misheard him. Nope. He has two methods: the three-date seduction, and the quick one-night seduction. I was too jet-lagged to ask what was involved in his plan options, but considering “getting laid” was one of his hobbies, I’ll take his word for it that he enjoys the work.