>it was night and the beautiful Anastasia stood alone in her room inside the cramped Soviet style apartment
>outside her door she could hear the angry thunderous noise her boyfriend Ivan made
>he was already half way through is vodka bottle and getting very angry
>she was used to hiding by now, every time her boyfriend drank he found any excuse to get mad and beat her up
>this Sunday he was absolutely livid as he watched his beloved Russian team get absolutely smashed by the Spanish, 5-0 by half-time
>as lovely Anastasia shivered in the cold Russian night, she let out some tears
>was this to be her future? to be used and abused by a drunken Slavic brute?
>all of a sudden she could her a faint Flamenco guitar playing in distance
>her room started to heat up with the warmth of the Mediterranean as a dark handsome man mysteriously appeared in her room
>"no llores querida Anastasia" the Southern God of Lust said "hoy te voy a mostrar verdadero amor y pasión, para que nunca te olvides"
>she couldn't resist her lust anymore and threw herself at the Conquistador that stood before her, swiftly pulling off his red football jersey and revealing his hairy chest
>after that there was no going back, our beautiful flower of the Russian Taiga was possessed by an immense lust
>she achieved multiple orgasms and achieved such pleasures she never even believed were possible
>she passed out from the sheer intensity of this encounter with the Angel of Aphrodite and only woke up the next morning
>as the sun rose over the commie blocks she saw that her boyfriend Ivan was passed out in the floor in a pool of his own vomit, no doubt still angry over his team's humiliating defeat against their Latin European opponents
>but next to her bed she also found a mysterious note
>in it was written a single foreign name
>and that name was
>...
>Fernando Martinez
