Raining in Moscow - first mosquito bite and first tears

My train trundled into Moscow in the early morning mist and pissing rain. I shared my overnight compartment with two sour looking Russian men who didn't either speak to me or each other for the duration but just played with their phones.
My transfer was equally miserable and ran ahead of me, I was trying to run with my backpack, it's 18kg, it wasn't fun. My hotel is about 6km outside the city and situated beside one of the only metro stations Lonely Planet warns is dangerous, and in Moscow that is quite a compliment. The staff here are rude, everything I wanted to do yesterday was answered with a firm neit. Excursion into the city, neit, internet access, neit, phone card, neit, it was terrible. Between the tiredness, lack of sleep and just general not having really spoken to anyone in about 10 days, I just went outside and had a little cry. I know i shouldn't take it personally but it's hard, I also know that most of it is because I had Moscow built up in my head as this no man's land where the President can just replace government at a whim, and serial killers play chess with their victim's bodyparts, I know of course that that isn't the case.
Anyway, I am going to buy myself out of this misery and just pay for a driver to bring me to red square etc and see the city.
Oh to be out of this rain sodden city.