Athough it's clearly preferable that he isn't, whether shitestain Sergei's lurking about in the background is pretty irrelevant in this case.
The bottom line we can take from this review is that whether she's tanning her fanny at her house in Spain, or wiping her arse with newspaper back in ol' Bucharesti, she clearly rents out, not just her flat, but also her profile when she's not here.
So as I said before, fuck knows who the next punter could get behind the door. This is punting, not a gameshow. Profiles have pictures for a reason. So I've no desire to get Cilla Fucking Black, Lloyd Grossman - or Keith cunting Lemon for that matter - through the shitting keyhole.