Podruga means girlfriend, not in the romantic sense, but as a feminine form of friend.
Meet Vika, the kind of eccentric Muscovite who is in every girl's circle in this city. 37, with a young face and a very good body, Vika has managed to escape the horrors of ageing that many Russian women fall prey to, well before they should.
Vika meets the beautician at 8 pm, so that she looks her best before going to her ex-boyfriend's house to return the keys and take her clothes and other stuff. During the week, she got her teeth artificially whitened, pondered over botox and even thought my landlady has the kind of nose and lips she could get after relatively inexpensive surgeries!
"Don't wear such long heels Vika," my landlady tells her, describing how her body looks disproportionate on account of the heels. "Give Ajay the keys and ask him to return them and collect your stuff," she adds. "Tell your ex that he is an Indian millionaire, who is madly in love with you." I suspected that this could backfire on me and her ex may attack me physically!
The idea is dropped. Vika cries, smokes and has 2 shots of delicious Ukrainian cognac and eats a few pieces of chocolate. The body is perfect, but the biological clock is running out, and she is back in a shared apartment with 3 lonely women! Autumn is giving way to winter. It would be too premature to say that her life is in a late-autumn stage.
I hope Vika finds a good man. Unlike popular misconceptions, Moscow is full of wonderful, intelligent, sophisticated and well-groomed men. Surely, Vika can find a good man, but she has to let go of the ex and not turn to surgeries and cognac. A few nights of good sleep and those captivating aqua blue eyes and her striking black hair would attract their share of nice men.
Meet Vika, the kind of eccentric Muscovite who is in every girl's circle in this city. 37, with a young face and a very good body, Vika has managed to escape the horrors of ageing that many Russian women fall prey to, well before they should.
Vika meets the beautician at 8 pm, so that she looks her best before going to her ex-boyfriend's house to return the keys and take her clothes and other stuff. During the week, she got her teeth artificially whitened, pondered over botox and even thought my landlady has the kind of nose and lips she could get after relatively inexpensive surgeries!
"Don't wear such long heels Vika," my landlady tells her, describing how her body looks disproportionate on account of the heels. "Give Ajay the keys and ask him to return them and collect your stuff," she adds. "Tell your ex that he is an Indian millionaire, who is madly in love with you." I suspected that this could backfire on me and her ex may attack me physically!
The idea is dropped. Vika cries, smokes and has 2 shots of delicious Ukrainian cognac and eats a few pieces of chocolate. The body is perfect, but the biological clock is running out, and she is back in a shared apartment with 3 lonely women! Autumn is giving way to winter. It would be too premature to say that her life is in a late-autumn stage.
I hope Vika finds a good man. Unlike popular misconceptions, Moscow is full of wonderful, intelligent, sophisticated and well-groomed men. Surely, Vika can find a good man, but she has to let go of the ex and not turn to surgeries and cognac. A few nights of good sleep and those captivating aqua blue eyes and her striking black hair would attract their share of nice men.
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