From: Fatina
Subject: Sunshine, I miss you!
Hey, why do not you write? You forgot about me? "I am very unhappy without you, remember me?" It's me, Fatina from Russia, Moscow, remember? I'm waiting for you on his page on the Internet, and miss you terribly!
How many times do I have to tell you, please! Quiet. My wife is sleeping. If she found out about you, my goose would be cooked. Parboiled, really.
As you recall, I promised to meet you on my birthday, November 22, there in the State Hermitage Museum in St. Petersburg. I'll be the one with the smile on my face and the (white) rose on my ear.
Meet you there then, I promise --- all night for us to play there under the Northern lights, you in my arms, love in your hazel eyes, vodka on my breath, and the soul of a child in my dancing boots. Until then, cool it.