Hey, Lyonchik!

I’ve read your message with a great pleasure, old chap... Blyabudu! Whatever you write to me is always like a glimpse of joy!
Yes, I am aware of the word “wifey”... so what? Please do use it, if you have in mind any busty local drab. As far as her “squeeze is tight”, it’s all right, Cap. Call her "wifey" "sweetheart, " or whatever is appropriate for the situation until you have jerked into her (ha-ha-ha...)

Anyway, it’s always better to feel a real warm flash by your side rather than your own “Mary Palmer” (LOL). In this proper name the word Palm-er is the most explanatory one.
You are really a good guy to me (no matter that you are a semi-katsap!) Undoubtedly, your command of English is better than Fedot’s. The reason is obvious: you’re a civilised drinker but Fedot is a hard and wild one! What would you expect from an alcohol dependent person? (Vodka, Rum, Tequila especially, or other booze... the after-effects are the same...)
By the way, Estonia was my first “abroad” when I was a teen. At that time I was intending to reach Saarema Island (just to have a look around being impressed by some booklets about Eesti land. My travel to Tallinn was quite smooth BUT up to the boat bound for Saarema. I was stopped in the quay and asked for a pass... “What pass?” I asked a guy, being so much surprised. He was just straightforward: “Piss off, fella” he said, - “You must process your pass at least one month before your travel with Militia.” Only later it occurred to me that that area was adjacent with the West... There were the days.
Is the Tallinnn Port somewhere in Pirita? May be Mustamiae area... Now I’m confused.
Lyonchik, once you mentioned something about Lybia. When and where did you anchor off that land?

Have a nice week-end and behave yourself, Master. God Bless.

Bratan

PS. UNDER THE JOLLY ROGER: Kapitan arjot matrosam: “Padnimaite Parusa!!! A Matrosy-Xuesosy rvut na zhope valasa...” Don’t deal with such staff, Cap!