I was in Moscow for two months in the summer of 1998. It was like a giant, mosquito-infested brothel. I was offered $5 for sex. I was kissed by the worst kisser in the entire world (not the man who offered $5, who I only assume was a better kisser because I can't imagine a worse one--for reference, pucker your lips as tight as possible into a firm beaklike protuberance, and peck). I was asked by a fruit-vendor why I spoke Russian so badly. I was told by a man that I couldn't possibly be Asian, that certainly I was black--just look at the color of my skin to tell! (I was very tan at the time) I experienced peeing in an outhouse that was nasty beyond your wildest dreams of foulness. If I won an all-expenses-paid vacation to Russia, I think I'd refuse.