In the evening, after a wrestling training session, we went down to the bathhouse, which was in our club. His whole body ached, he did not feel his arms, his breathing returned gradually. Well relax your muscles after exhausting workouts.

I am not a professional athlete. So, a couple of times it was, spoke, but that's all. The rest is more for oneself, for keeping fit, and, as they say, “has grown into a bone” and it is already difficult to give up the habit.

And I do wood, but rather cutting wood to order. The work is not easy, but I have my own schedule, convenient for myself. I will wake up in the morning, drink a cup of coffee, zaptykayu little in the phone, pull up on the bar ten times, and walk into the shop. Height and weight from eighteen years have not changed even once, one hundred eighty to ninety. I am now twenty-six years old, young, curious, strong and hungry guy. I am fond of wrestling and iron, sometimes I shake big weights, I also recently mastered snowboarding. In short, I love sports.

That evening, Valera in the bathhouse told and boasted about a canned massage, which is very useful for the body. I didn’t understand at the time what he meant by “bleeding the hijam,” which I later learned about, but it became interesting to me. He opened, it means, his page in instagram and showed fresh photos that he posted from this procedure. They put the banks on his back, the banks were filled with blood, as a result, Valera was cleansed of toxins, healthy, the blood was refreshed and the clots were gone. I didn’t really go into details, but, apparently, it’s more there. The words that Valera was trying to convey about this procedure were very crumpled, from which I understood that he himself did not understand very much what kind of massage it was. Then Seryoga supported him in a conversation with me.

- Yes, Dim, - he turned to me - a good procedure. Here look! - Seryoga got his iPhone and began to show me the same pictures with banks.

"Some kind of mainstream ..." - I thought.

- Well, listen, intrigued, and it looks interesting. Refreshing blood is good! - I concluded.

Later that evening, or, more precisely, at night, I climbed into Google in search of information about the canned massage. The first line I got out was a blabla.com website, in which freelancers sat and offered their various services. In my case, these were freelance masseurs.

I already, I wanted to go out and look further through the links to find out more information about this wonderful massage, but I acted differently. Being a good leader in life, I decided to go the other way. I registered on this site, set the task “Tell what a canned massage is”, and waited for someone to chew me more in detail about this massage than what I managed to learn from Valera and Seryoga.

It was about one in the morning, and I had notifications on my phone. I received a message, then another, then again. I was distracted from the film, which was already half asleep, and reached out with my hand for the phone, looking through the messages.

The first message was from a certain Arsen.

"Hello. I see you need a massage, I will be glad if your choice will stop at me. In practice, I apply both western (kinesiological diagnostics and correction), and oriental massage and health techniques ... “- I didn’t read further. Many words, self-promotion, and there was no answer to my question.

Let's go further.

Message from Ravil. “I watch Caucasians gathered here” - I thought, before I started reading.

“Banks give a healing effect. “- point, no more information. Super detail explained everything to me!

Further the message was from Lyudmila. Briefly retell her words, which she decided to spell out in detail and very informative. She told about the warm-up procedures before starting a canned massage, about what this massage contributes to, and how it is performed.

I didn’t really get into the information, because I saw a photo of Lyudmila and I was curious what kind of masseuse there was.Turning to her page, I saw several of her photos, age, and a detailed description of her services. Then I noticed that she was conducting a massage both at home and in the spa salon, as well as at the exit, indicating “sauna or in your home”. Then I rang in my head from the word "sauna". Well, naturally, young hungry peasant will come to mind sex, but then a further description brought me back to earth.

"No sex!" No lingam, body massage, for no extra charge. " - after this phrase, I was even a little upset, but, nevertheless, I came for a massage, not for sex. Poking to the reviews of this Ludmila, I found that she served most of the men. All praised her, wrote how well she does her job, but observed the subordination in the reviews. But my thoughts are already unstoppable, and I suffered.

Referring to the reviews on the pages of these guys, I found that they also have reviews of artists. That is, the girls who served them on the massage, left a review about whether a good customer. Of course, I was not interested in reading, of course, the praised reviews, but I began to look at the masseuses who were massaging.

Each masseuse had a rating, as well as a place in this rating. Turning to this rating, immediately opened the first Madame, Daria. I read ...

"The practice of massage sessions eastern technique. An individual approach to each person and his needs, ”I read. “Individual approach means! So, so, soooo ... "- the hunter's instincts awakened in me, who discovered the victim.

“I try to work with both the physical and the emotional state of a person,” means an emotional state. Emotions are good!

"The session includes the combination of gently power and relaxing effects, which allows you to achieve how deep muscular relaxation of the body ..." - I continued to read the description. Probably each of us sometimes requires "deep muscle relaxation."

Further, some descriptions of palmistry and the last phrase, after which my brain began to give signals to the action: “I accept it both at home and at the client’s home. I really do a gorgeous massage) ".

Having passed on the reviews, I noticed a task with some people called “magic massage” and reviews “I did a wonderful massage! I am in seventh heaven from the handles of Darya))) ", and the like ambiguous compliments of her services.

I decided to close my task, since it was already irrelevant, and created a new one in which I would describe in more detail what I would like. I called the task “Relaxing and canned massage”, while setting my photo, where I wrapped in a towel after the gym.

After opening the task and uploading a new photo, I switched back to the rating and started looking for interesting masseuses. Almost all had photos and many reviews. Reading the reviews, I found that somewhere they work not for money, but for the massage-to-massage barter. Everything became much more interesting, and I decided to send such invitations to such young ladies to my task. Having established a small amount of two thousand rubles, responses to my task began, some of them were just from those girls who were doing the “magic massage” and “massage for massage”.

I drew attention to one pretty dark blond girl named Alina. She was twenty-three years old, cute, with an appetizing ass and a spectacular breast, seemingly second in size. She seemed a bit bitchy and temperament. As they say “we meet on clothes”, the look of her eyes and her general appearance indicated that the girl was a problem, although she was very attracted. The first impression can always be deceptive, but time will tell ...

That night, I took her number ...