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Alena, a 28-year-old lady from Cheboksary in Russia, writes with a tear-jerking tale. She intended to get hitched to a bloke called Mark in the UK, but he's now back with his ex. Although her plans seem to lie in ruins, her uncle's persuaded her not to give up quite so easily. You may already have guessed where this is leading:

I well know English and practically I have visa your country. My uncle speaks, that it really solves many problems. Approximately in 7 days the visa will be ready, and I should go to Moscow behind reception of the visa. I write to you because in my heart there is an empty seat. I do not search rich or poor. I search careful and responsible man which wants to enjoy a life together. Is this person you? I think, that I ask not much. I have told to you a little about my life. I have told not all about myself, but it will be easier to me to write about myself if you will ask questions which interest you. I have told to you my history, and now I shall look forward to hearing from you with impatience. Write to me! I shall send you more photo in the following letter. I wait you answer. Alena.

P.S. I shall answer with pleasure if you write to me.





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