OK, we know it’s a horrible, offensive, repulsive thing to say, but come on, dude. You're surrounded by millionaires, why would that Eastern European waif of awesomeness single you out? Sure there are Soviet women with hearts as pure as white-beet borscht, but our experience at the Beach tells us to be wary. Case in point: Last year, we were playing pool and drinking mojitos at the Delano, and were interrupted by a pair of Russian girls who proceeded to unravel a yarn about being lesbians in need of dinner-party dates. Oh, word? Let's just say we learned our lesson the expensive way. Keep your wits about you: Nothing comes for free.