About This Adventure
It's 1985, once a month I make a trip to Moscow from Miami. In our equipment containers, there's usually some unused empty space. I load it with things I can trade. Sometimes money, sometimes for respect and gratitude, sometimes for sex. Usually no problem getting past customs since my employer has preferential treatment. Levis, Marlboros, Casios, Adidas, L'Oreal, Coke, Pepsi, and Cassettes. It's all good Americana. If anyone causes problems, they're just looking for a piece of the action. Over the months, I've met some young ladies who are broke like everyone else, but like to party. They then introduce me to their friends.
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