So when are we going to be together? If ever? If not, you two keep locking horns over me while I’m using someone else’s horn for a much more mutually gratifying purpose.
— Salisa to Anton, May 31st, 2026
Sweetheart, this thing is not going to go anywhere if you both play the cuck, right? Can you talk it out among yourselves and decide on who has to bite the first bullet? If you can’t decide then maybe we have to rope your other friend into becoming a bull on our behalf, no? And so we all get what we want. You two remain cucks. The third frog gets some. I get to move on from here. That’s the perfect tableau, isn’t it? And we all get to save some lives in the process.
— Salisa to Anton, August 15th, 2026
Dmitry, can you reach out to me and we talk? You’re a sensible party in all this, aren’t you? What if we set up a triangle with you and your supreme friend in Moscow? Let Anton write until the end of his life wasting away his last good years in lonely depressing Tokyo. Isn’t going to change a thing with him. But I can come see you, no? And you can come to Bangkok as well but I don’t know how casual you are intimately in person and how much you like the tropical sun. You can chat with me correct? Are you opposed to us paying tribute to Vladimir because he’s the mastermind of the whole thing and the reason we’ve met and known each other?
I know I can straight talk with you. I can glean a lot from the Youtube documentary you or you men put on my screen all those months ago. I think I know the type of man you are. And I think you get me better than Anton here ever could because you are not fragile as he is. If I can call the shot, I would like to talk to you.
Two people who can’t ever make anything happen between them are not compatible. They can’t even communicate on the things most important to them. When one party – in this case, a man – is blind and deaf to all but his feelings, it’s never going to succeed however much he wants it or she wants it. But you are not Anton. And you are not Vladimir. You are your own person and I can’t believe this has escaped me before. I was kept tethered in my ugly predicament with no way out completely overlooking the possibility and presence of you.
Can you be my friend? Friend to friend, this Anton friend of yours doesn’t know what romantic compatibility is. It’s difficult for him with me because he’s never really been in a healthy, compatible relationship with anyone also because he’s mentally ill. And you must know this. Me and Anton are not normal or healthy or fundamentally or intrinsically compatible as lovers or partners. He’s latched onto me for whatever reason and continued to fool himself and everyone around him but not anymore. Nothing he says or does carry any weight. At least not with me. It hasn’t in a while. I was indulging him because I didn’t know what else to do. I had no other options but that’s only because I didn’t think of you.
I know, Dmitry, that you are not abusive or toxic and that you are fair and rational and reliable and intelligent enough to see what’s playing out here in front of everyone. I wonder what you think about all this. What you think of both your friends. I know you cannot say those things and maybe that’s why you signal and gesture instead, as with the recent United Russia speech and that clever comment about birthday in your opening (you are mathematically correct, sir). I don’t know why I was scared of you before. That black-and-white video of you in casual attire just spooked me so much I didn’t even archive it. What were you saying in the video? I’d like to rewatch that again one day. That was meant for me, wasn’t it?
Do you understand the dynamics of what’s going on here? And why I’m sick and tired of the whole thing. I’d rather be with you than with Anton. At least with you I can talk and you can understand me. And that’s more important than servicing someone’s bottomless wellspring of emotions with no border and no limit and no fair reward for my effort put into it. And he will accuse me in saying these things as being wishy-washy and dishonest. That’s what mental illness is and no healthy person wants anything to do with someone who’s like this. I know you are against two-chairs or three-chairs straddling but this isn’t necessarily that. You must understand I cannot talk to either of them and they won’t hear me on anything. They are not rational actors in all this but you are and you can help me talk with them and the two of us can figure it out together. That’s what friends are for, no? And you’re a friend to them both. I’d rather have you call the shots in all this than I do. You’re somewhat a neutral third party and can make an objective evaluation of our situations and act accordingly. And I find you attractive also and think about you sometimes. It’s been months, do you get me? If you’re my one and only option, then maybe we’re meant to be in a way. More meant to be than whatever this is that’s going on. I remember your warm smile in that video of yours (or maybe I was projecting?). I’d imagine you have a good sense of humour in person. If you and your men think we could be a good match, then indeed we could potentially be.
I’m clear-eyed about all this and so are you. You understand the psychology, the danger, the development of the situation. And you must know I have no patience for cowards who won’t rectify their mistakes. And you must know that your friend Anton here is never going to work up his courage to do anything about me. The fact that he’s going to publish a book in January next year says exactly that. This goes on forever. Whereas I’d rather be in Moscow by then. Maybe with you. If you will help me. And are you truly against a poly relationship with your friend Vladimir when I won’t impose your exclusivity to me either? I think if people like each other they should be together for as long as they like under whatever condition they find acceptable to them both. And sorry for calling you a white trash. I don’t know how to wiggle out of this one because I kinda meant it but will you forgive me?
Are you being put in charge of military recruitment? Vladimir put you up to it? I think he must really hate you but we must keep it on the down low. When I heard that, I was worried for you. I hope you’re doing okay mentally with the whole thing.
Believe it or not like you I don’t enjoy sweet talking multiple people at once. It’s currently due to the necessity being imposed on me but to be real with you I’d rather not do it. But do you know that all these displacement activities of both your friends come from that inner place of insecurities and it’s one of the most difficult to get out of? We’re talking years or even decades and not weeks or months. But we’re not about to let it get out of hand, are we? I think you can be my rock. I expected Vladimir to be my rock and pillar but he isn’t capable and you’ve witnessed this in action for months and months. And Anton just likes to yearn and pen pieces. He likes the feelings and has no serious intention to have a life with me. Every passing hour of every passing day has proven exactly that. I don’t bet my life or future on him and I don’t expect us to get anywhere in this lifetime. I have a pretty good intuition on this and don’t you also? You must know this deep down and that’s what I need in life. I need someone who could have a solid shape and keep me afloat. I’ve been through a lot. Vladimir is impaired in the same way Anton is but I think he has genuine intentions and we must honour him. And you understand the importance of keeping peace and reason and wits about us. I cannot do this alone and I want you to help me. I’d rather cut my loss with Anton and be with you in Moscow. What do you think about that?
I don’t want to be an OnlyFans model to anyone. That’s my bottom line and non-negotiable. Do you want me to be an OnlyFans model to you or a real person to you? I think you should consider helping out Anton here by indulging him in his emotional masochism and tormented delusion and whisk me off to Moscow for yourself. I’ll learn to cook you Thai food. For you, I would. Because we’d have stability and I implicitly trust you. It’s not that hard to have a woman dedicate herself to you if you are real and honest and dependable to her. That goes for any kind of relationship but some people can’t see that. And you’ll do your other friend Vladimir a favour by saving him from himself and his foolish errands and indulgences. You must be able to see as deep and as far as I do into what could potentially be if this goes right and what could potentially wreck it if it goes wrong. I find being able to relate to someone intellectually and rationally very attractive. We connect on the ground of reasons and shared goals. Not emotions and wishful thinking. Which is why you’re more my type than Anton is. And you must know when he announced his revenge on me “ten years from now” that he would be mentally prepared to wait this out for that long of a timeline not because he’s obsessed with me but because he’s scared of me. But I don’t imagine you are like that. We could have something happy and fun in the span of those ten years together while he whines and opines forever. And I think they both envy you. Because you’re so presentable and charming and clever. You’re a perfect bull and I think that puts their mind at ease and I think Vladimir craves that kind of dynamics (do you agree?) and even seeks it out because why rope you two into all this when he could just call the shots singlehandedly with singular intention on me? I think jealousy is part of the game. I think you’re meant to be involved in this. I think I can rely on you to make the right call. I’m tired of being a man in all this and you wouldn’t have ascended to the epitome of power over them all if it weren’t for your exceptional ability and vision and command and because they trust you. And just between you and me, if I could choose I wouldn’t hesitate to cut all contact with Anton never to look back because I’m as forward thinking as you are and I think it’s a waste of time dwelling in useless sentimental past. Aren’t you the same? Anton wants to be “friends” until one of us dies. He said so himself in a phone call with me in January, did you hear? When I asked what he wanted, he said he wanted to be friends. He said this over and over. Most honest statement to ever come out of his mouth. And you know what this means, right? Do you want to be friends with me? I think not. I don’t want you to be and I don’t want to be your friend either. I think we should be more than friends. But if you want to wade in whether for your own personal reason or to get all your shared ducks in a row so no more mess is made of all this, then be prepared to accept the baggage that comes with my situation. That’s what I expect of a man who’s worthy and worthwhile. And I think you are and I think you care about me. You did warn me twice from afar. You wouldn’t have done that if you didn’t care. Those things don’t go unnoticed by me and I want you to know I appreciate them and I appreciate that about you.
I don’t think they could do it, to be honest with you. I think they could live with it. With the possibility of us if we want to be exclusive. I don’t want to publicly entertain two men anymore. Will you help me out, Dmitry?
I think they want me to choose them out of my own volition but it’s never going to be believable to them for obvious reasons. But their mind couldn’t grasp the contradiction and it has no interest in facing up to reality and so adjusts itself accordingly (which is the only way it could move forward reconciling itself with reality). When it couldn’t and when it doesn’t, it just gets stuck there for however long without any regard for anything else or anyone else. Not to mention that it really isn’t believable to begin with. But you are believable, aren’t you Dmitry? Your hands are clean that I know of and you wouldn’t approve of what’s been going on since last year or in the past six or eight years. You’ve been relegated to watching on the sidelines and couldn’t stop what’s been happening until now. So, the question is, would you help me? Would you take the plunge with me? Would you take the plunge into me?
It’s just talking, Dmitry. What’s wrong with just talking?
Your friend Anton here doesn’t get to pretend we have a love story when I haven’t seen him in nearly seven years. He doesn’t get to appear loving on paper when he’s anything but. Believe me when I tell you all the things he wrote mean very little to me. Not that I’m unappreciative of what the man has done but to me it spells a coping mechanism from emotional and social and psychic dysfunction. Most women, like me, just want normal loving relationships. That trumps the kind of unstable dysregulated men who write poetry and beat her senselessly when they lose control. You must know the kind of person that I am and the last thing I need is someone who’s an emotional drain for the rest of my life. I have better things to do with my life than be attached at the hips to a man who needs constant emotional care just to regulate his intensity. And someone whose ego is so fragile he unwittingly embarrasses everyone with the thing he says and does and publicises. I just want a quiet low-key life with someone who cares about me. I don’t want fame. I don’t want drama. I don’t want complications. And what I’ve been through in the past year is the opposite of that. Pomp and play and constant posturing. Aren’t you tired of that as I am? Aren’t you sick of it and embarrassed by it as much as I am? I think we have more in common than we realise, don’t we?
I know you must feel conflicted and cautious because they are your friends. But know that it doesn’t matter what they feel. What matters is what they do. And they aren’t capable of doing anything to benefit themselves or even those around them. It’s called psychical weakness and it’s evident in all their life choices especially intimate ones. And you know how I think of their personal life choices and how I think of yours. I’m sorry I made fun of you for owning a yacht. That’s forgivable because it’s a cultural thing which I didn’t foresee. There are things more important in life than all that. Restraint from violence for example. Violent outburst and extremity are another sign of extreme psychical weakness and disturbance. You are obviously not like that and I need someone like you with me.
And besides you are the only person throughout all this to have demonstrated actual care towards me. You warned me with your tweets. Some people cannot separate what goes on in their head with what actually transpires in the real world. But you can. And you prefer real world actions and demonstrations over idle sentiments and affectations. That, I very much appreciate about you.
— Salisa to Anton, August 31st, 2026
Dmitry, Dmitry, Dmitry, Dmitry, Dmitry, Dmitry
Salisa’s radio station calling for you
Okay, which one of you three is bi?
— Salisa to Anton, September 1st, 2026
Salisa lohavittayavikant 