I was standing on a dirt path in a Russian country village, holding my boyfriend Anton’s torn, bloodstained T-shirt.
Here was a guy protecting my honor, placing himself into bodily harm on my behalf.
It was what I had dreamt of all those years when I read of dueling pistols and men of great action and few words. ”Suddenly, I wished my women’s studies professor from Sarah Lawrence were there.
After the punching finally stopped, Anton walked up to me shirtless and sweaty, caked with blood and dirt, his arms outstretched in an unmistakable gesture of victory. Pistols at dawn seemed a ludicrous symbol of male egotism, and I longed for men in tailored suits, who solved arguments with Woody Allen jokes and New Yorker references.
One man appears to indicate that a rod and tackle aren't quite enough on a fishing trip How many women were attracted to this vision in blue denims, red shirt and trainers and a huge fur coat?
A Russian dating service has launched an app to encourage Russians to get together as part of a reported Kremlin initiative ahead of upcoming municipal elections to boost voter turnout.