She made it feel like I was despicable, and me being me, I gave up. Couple of hours later she SMS'd:
"YA khochu tebya pryamo seychas."
I was like what in hell's name is this, could it be she changed her mind? It took me a night and a half to find a translator, and the message was:
"I want you right now."
Yay, hello! She was gone, but why did she pull out the stops? My mystery Russia. From that experience on, tenacity became my speciality.
Sunday, 22 May 2016
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