Love in the Far East of Russia

At one point, Russia rivaled the United States as a world power, but then Gorbochev came and we all know that Russia was divided into 18 states. This was also the end of the Russian dream of parity with the United States, as the population was cut in half and so was the area.

But when Russia was a monolithic place under communist rule, it was organized and Indians were highly respected. As an Air Force officer of the Indian Air Force, it was a great experience visiting the country. The best were the Russian, golden and blonde girls who were a great company.

I once landed at the Moscow airport and a Russian Air Force helicopter took me and 2 of my colleagues to the Air Force base. It was a great welcome and they gave me an ordinance, a corporal, a Russian girl. She was slim and smart, and to be honest, he had lewd thoughts about her.

We were told that we would be “honored” with a flight to the Russian Far East, to the Pacific port of Vladivostok. As I left the room, I asked the Russian colonel who was with them. He asked if there was someone I would like to accompany me and others. I snapped at the bracelet if the NCO could come with us. He laughed and left.

We boarded the supersonic transport early in the morning. It was the TU 144 and could fly at Mach 2. It was a rival to the Concorde, but bigger. I looked around and was surprised to see my assistant with a backpack slung across his back also waiting to get on. It was a freighter version with very few seats. He waved to me and said Thank you for the trip.

The flight to the east was magnificent and the girl sat next to me. He had brought a couple of beef and meat sandwiches and we all enjoyed them with hot coffee. Now that I think about it, the fuss that is created now with the beef. We landed at the airport, but the Russians were cautious about our entry into the cockpit, so we sat down as the plane launched at mach 2. What an experience! Simply unforgettable!

Upon landing, my assistant told me that he would be with me as instructed. We were two days in the place. I asked him if we could go for a bike ride. This enchanted her and fixed a Ural bicycle. This is the Russian version of the BMW R7. Two days to spend a while before flying back. They told us not to leave the base, but I put my assistant now in mufti with me and left. He was carrying his backpack and he told me that he had arranged disaster sandwiches. We drove deep into Siberia and the Moto, a 650cc monster, was just mighty. We drove through woods and small woods, and a drizzle started. The girl in the back clung to me. In many places we saw log cabins and we stopped at one of them to let the rain go away. Frankly, I wanted it to rain even more. We went in and there was only a stove and a small cot.

I got to know the girl better and for me it was magical moments with the rain blasting. The inevitable happened and I will not go into details. It is enough that the rain stopped, but we did not leave and we continued at night and the next day.

With the sun out, we returned to base, with the cool breeze enveloping us. It was a pleasure, but I took a hit when I got back. My AOC was livid. How did you ask if I could break a rule and go to a noncommissioned officer? I asked for his forgiveness, but he told me that he would report me. He did? No, the nebulous old man never filed a report and then in India he asked me, how was everything?