Here is the second part of my time in Moscow with Disha and Alevtina. There will be a third, unless there is nuclear war. In that case, all bets would be off. No more Zishy. No more Dwayne Johnson movies. No more fried onion blossoms. The lizard people in charge of the war machine better calm the f down, because we stand to lose our very entertaining lifestyles. If I am one of the few 'lucky' survivors, I will be thoroughly incensed that the apocalypse put an abrupt ending to my adventures in smut.