A boy is wooing a girl his heart burns for. They go on a trip. He is very courteous. She acts modestly. They spend days learning one another intensel...

If you haven't read the previous post, I suggest you start there. ;)At 1:30am, I wake up to an alarm clock. I have a mild migraine, which feels natur...

I wake up with the sunrise. I have a slight headache, but that’s expected at this altitude. I almost welcome it. It hides my nervousness. I get out o...

Sometimes, I get this feeling, this itch at the back of my consciousness. This hushed voice whispers, "The good times are over, matey". I can't help ...

"Hey, boss. We are here." I open my eyes and find myself in the back seat of my father's limousine. I see his driver."Do you know the difference between Stalin and Hitler?" he asks me."All right, Olegych, tell me.""Moustache styling." He bursts into laughter. I smile. Olegych has been with us for mo

It's the first week of proper spring in Moscow. I find myself daydreaming, admiring the sunshine in my office's window. I am 20, blond, longhaired, tall and thin, wearing a custom-tailored grey suit with a salmon pink shirt. Next to me is our press secretary Damon, in his cheap suit, rocking a goate

Thirteen years on the run. Musings and observations from a quadruple refugee who fled Russia in 2010 never to return. Since then, I've lived in Chisin...

I wake up most mornings with an uneasy feeling. It's not a very loud emotion. It lingers there on the edge of my mind. In the last few years, I have d...

Today, I read an outstanding essay by Jon Object - a Ukrainian musician who became a soldier after the war started. Brilliantly, he'd expressed the fe...

In 2008, my family had ”made it”. Between me and my parents, we owned a mean collection of exotic cars. However, wealth is only part of the story in R...