Dear friends!!!! My name is Aditya Devulapalli and I am from India. One time I was sent to this conference in Tashkent with my colleagues in 2009. We were in Tashkent for 3 days. It was a very intensive conference and we sat in that conference 12-14 hours every day.
My all colleagues are married and have kids, except one. So, the last day he asked if I wanted to see the city or not. It was very late and we had only 4 hours. I said ok since he assured me that he knows some Russian and people there spoke Russian. It was very difficult to catch taxi. We lost 1 hour waiting for a car. We were tired. My colleague told the driver to go to a club. The driver spoke some English and he showed us some buildings on the way to the bar. We paid for his service 50 dollars because he said at night taxi is expensive. He said I am a good guy, so I only ask 50 dollars. But in India for this distance we pay only 10 dollars at night.
We entered the club and sat. There were many many beautiful girls. One girl served us very well and talked with us. She also spoke some English. She said my name is Klaw or Clare but her friends called her Clash. Every time she brought us something to eat or drink, i gave her 20 dollars. She asked chay?. My friend asked me if i want tea or not. I said no. But he said yes to Clash. She went somewhere. We waited for tea long. I then ordered vodkas. As usual i gave her 20 dollars and she asked chay? again. It was 3th time already. We never understood. If there is no tea why she asked for tea? We got drunk. I liked Clash. I talked to her. In india i love tamil girls, but my parents do not permit me marry tamil girl. I am very sad. She looked very tamil. I touched her hands. Very soft. I asked her nationality she said mother uzbek father tartar. I knew uzbek but i never know tartar. I wanted to kiss her because i was drunk. But she said no because her brother is security guy in that bar. Since she knew very little English and my friend did not like me talking with her me and she talked very little. I also was scared his brother. When we were leaving Clash ran to me and she had something in her hand. I was so happy. But security kicked me. He said why not pay? We told we paid 60 dollars. Clash gave me something. I was hoping it was her facebook account but it was invoice and we had to pay 80 dollars. My mom gave me only 200 dollars because the conference was funded. I paid for taxi and 60 dollars do not know for what. I asked my fried to pay, he resisted. So i payed. After i payed the money she said this security guy is my brother Warwar. I left only 10 dollars but i came to india safely.
Dear friends, i don’t know name of the club. But it is in Tashkent. City seemed to me small. So, if anyone knows Clash and Warwar brother-sisters, how can i find Clash? I have job, I wanna marry uzbek girl. I love her.
Aditya J. Devulapalli,
Junior Assistant of Medical Consultant
I asked ppl at choyxona.com but they not help ............