Intourist
There are lots of tourists on Nevsky these days. I guess some people think it’s a proper time for civilized nations to contact with mysterious Russian culture with hope to have a bit less injuries than in other seasons. Maybe they are right. Maybe they are wrong.
I passed a group of tourists today near Griboedov channel riding my bicycle. It’s a sunny day, good for sightseeing. Good for riding a bicycle. There was a guy among these tourists, who wore a nice t-shirt.
I hope he realizes where he is right now. I hope he realizes that he can be kidnapped, beaten, robbed, raped, tortured with potassium burner, stabbed and left to die somewhere in Bugry. I hope he realizes.
