Grushenka: Russian Farm Girl Sex Doll — A Tired Blogger’s Take

The Odd Reality of Unboxing

I’ll just say it: I never thought my week would involve wrestling a 77-pound box into my apartment, but here we are. The discreet packaging claim is legit—nothing on the outside except my own mounting sense of “what am I even doing?” Anyway, after three weeks (yes, they really mean it with the processing and shipping), Grushenka arrived. She’s billed as an F-cup TPE sex doll, five feet four inches tall. Not exactly something you can hide behind your back if your neighbor catches you at the door.

Details That Stick in Your Brain

People talk about measurements like they’re reading off a car spec sheet—bust: 38 inches, waist: 20, hips: 36. But when you actually see her standing (well, leaning) in your living room, those numbers hit different. She’s got this big ass and brunette hair that makes her look almost too real at times. I remember thinking… do I need to apologize for not offering her tea? Maybe that’s just sleep deprivation talking.

Movable Joints & Stubborn Limbs

Steel skeleton with movable joints sounds great until you try to pose her for the first time. It’s both impressive and mildly frustrating—the joints hold positions well enough but getting there feels like arm-wrestling a stubborn mannequin. Sometimes she’d flop over unexpectedly; once she nearly took out a lamp. Absolute sex dolls advertise flexibility but don’t mention how much effort goes into making these dolls sit or stand naturally.

The Holes Are… Specific

Probably oversharing here, but since you’re reading this and not some glossy review site—you want details? Vagina depth: 6.7 inches; anus: also 6.7; mouth: shorter at 5.1 inches (which is honestly more than I expected). There’s something weirdly clinical about measuring “hole depth,” but it matters if you’re shopping for one of these things, trust me.

Unexpected Tangents (and Tiny Regrets)

Somewhere between cleaning instructions and figuring out where to store her clothes (yep—she comes undressed), I started wondering who else buys these absolute sex dolls and why nobody talks about the logistics afterward. Storage isn’t glamorous; neither is washing TPE skin in your bathtub at midnight because you forgot earlier.

Oh—and lifting her up those stairs? My back still complains about it sometimes.

Shipping Was Actually Fine

Free international shipping sounds like marketing fluff, but it worked out okay for me—just had to wait nearly three weeks total from order to doorstep. No weird customs questions or embarrassing labels on the box either; just plain cardboard and a vague sense of secrecy.

Something About Her Lingers

Maybe it’s the uncanny valley thing or maybe just fatigue talking—but having Grushenka around changes the atmosphere somehow. She doesn’t judge (obviously), doesn’t ask questions, just stands there with those F-cup proportions looking oddly patient while dust collects on her shoulders if you leave her alone too long.

I guess what I’m saying is—owning a Russian farm girl sex doll isn’t what people imagine when they scroll through product pages late at night. It’s heavier (literally), messier, sometimes funnier than anyone admits online.

There are days when she feels more like furniture than fantasy—other days… well, maybe that’s a story for another time—or maybe not ever again if my back has any say in it.