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The following evening I'm in a five-star hotel in Mayfair - her choice of meeting point. High heels echo over the marble floor and Natalia enters, her Slavic cheekbones accentuatedby her tiedback hair. Natalia wants us to meet her friends at a nightclub.
In order to justify my interest in Russian women, I have claimed a knowledge of the nation's literature.
To my horror, between bloody mouthfuls she starts to question me on Tolstoy.
With an exquisitely manicured finger, she points to a diamond encrusted wristwatch. The truth is I am not a City high-flyer and not even a plumber. After all, she was there to find a suitable man - and I was there to find a suitable woman. She adores nightclubs and giggles about getting in free on account of her uscule skirts.Scroll down for more..."This is lovely," she tells me. Her blue eyes freeze and she removes her hand from my arm. She tells me: "I find myself very good-looking."She is proud of her curves - "Men are not dogs, they don't like bones" - and long legs. She's been in England since her parents sent her to boarding school at the age of 15.