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Particularly in St. Petersburg, it is clear that romance is not associated with embarrassment, and this applies to flirting as well as to making friends. And especially not to the ten days in June, the so-called White Nights, when the sun shines all night long. And, who knows, during your visit you might discover one of the beautiful models Stepan introduces us to in his first book of erotic photographs. The practiced eye of the male observer realizes that these girls know how to love. And they also love their city of St. Petersburg, so much so in fact, that they tenderly whisper "Piter" to it, their pet name for it. And as the lips turn upwards in a smile, as they do when saying the letter "i" in "Piter" we realize that these girls have just infected us with their love.

Stepan Kvardakov was born in 1988 in Ivanov, Russia. After graduating from University he moved to St. Petersburg in 2010. He was inspired to take up photography after his father gave him a Canon 7d camera. In 2013 he met Elena, who was to become his future wife, a very pretty and highly photogenic lady, and an experienced model. Stepan decided to advance his study of photography by joining Oleg Titiaev´s and erotic photographerDan Hecho´s master classes. After 18 months, Stepan succeeded in establishing his own, individual style of erotic pictures. Today he is an important contact person for some of the most beautiful girls in Russia. Perhaps that´s the way it really is with love: you can only find it in abundance where there is a absence of money and wealth. But perhaps visitors to Russia only persuade themselves it is so. Particularly in St. Petersburg, it is clear that romance is not associated with embarrassment, and this applies to flirting as well as to making friends. And especially not to the ten days in June, the so-called White Nights, when the sun shines all night long. And, who knows, during your visit you might discover one of the beautiful models Stepan introduces us to in his first book of erotic photographs. The practiced eye of the male observer realizes that these girls know how to love. And they also love their city of St. Petersburg, so much so in fact, that they tenderly whisper "Piter" to it, their pet name for it. And as the lips turn upwards in a smile, as they do when saying the letter "i" in "Piter" we realize that these girls have just infected us with their love.

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