My Dear Bitch. V#1 Bride. Margie Fillin

at the very moment and just joyfully proceeded with reading.

      Some e-mails were obviously written according to a conventional, stereotyped pattern and looked like a mass e-mailing for the hundreds of sweet Russian brides.

      – The player should be, at least, zestful but not just faceless e-mail posting, —was my humble opinion.

      I read one e-mail after another, and none of those letters with the attached pictures of the extravagant men; with long detailed description of possible mutual future; with endless marked individual characteristics of the bachelors gave comfort— none of them.

      But to tell the truth, it was amusing to read well-edited and thought – through “compositions” by experienced internet love (or lover?) hunters.

      To evoke my response especially at that time was unbearably difficult. My heart was broken into pieces by a Russian guy, and I didn’t want to break the silence of it again. Nevertheless, the glimmer of hope was still sparkling inside me, and I hoped to attempt the impossible – to fall in love again.

      I also truly believed that if so happens, I would like to be with my man till the end of times and, moreover, probably, I would love to marry him, to follow him and share my life with him, with my new beloved one.

      – That’s incredible! – I interrupted my dreams and reading for a second. – I am а person, who lived on dreams, aren’t I?

      I managed to escape from answering anyone who had sent me an e-mail, I didn’t write back a word. I didn’t want to simply believe that someone touched me on the raw.

      – It is not easy to drag a good man out of the net with the help of mouse. And should I drag anyone out for myself? Hmm, – I laughed, – no, I’m not going to do this. But why not to acquire some experience in the Internet?

      I stopped for a while; again, my Felix was a magnet for my attention.

      Wow! In a moment I couldn’t believe my eyes: I won a prize online! It was a real prize, and I was only a few clicks away from reserving the cruise with great discounts I’ve always dreamed of.

      The friendliness of on-line reservation agents was fabulous.

      To make sure, I’ve checked the travel company site, and it was not a spam.

      The company was like having your best friend arrange a holiday for you. I had no problems with them by phone or e-mail. Everything ran smoothly and efficiently. I never had to worry about a thing – flights and hire-car they suggested were perfect, hotel recommendations rated high. No pressure or rush.

      The reservation manager assured that they would be patiently waiting for the confirmation from my side at any right time for me during the next six months. And that unforeseen prize (travel around) might be the best 21^st century trip for me and one of my friends.

      It could be a great chance to have an unbelievable, tremendous, sensational ten-day voyage from Florida to Caribbean. It could be a possibility for having super holiday in the United States the second time in my life. It could be a real chance to see my friends in Miami and meet my sister in the United States after so many years apart. It could come true! All these thoughts were going round in my head, driving me mad, but how great! Great!

      I felt such a strong wish to go to the United States again, but as a tourist, as I had never done before, so pretty soon with great pleasure I began my preparations and arrangements for the upcoming trip to the States.

      I completely forgot about tricky online world for a while.

      4. Joy of Refusal

      One other day of work in the company was almost at its end. The bosses left and nobody cared about the customers and their problems. Statistics and high standard of service didn’t cause worry any longer either. With the present course of events in the company, namely layoffs, it was clear that everyone was busy searching a new job, and it was quite natural that all my colleagues got so tired with listening and discussing endless weird and scary everyday stories about the job interviews.

      No wonder that my bold plan and extreme attempt to obtain a visa to the USA at the very moment of the company’s reorganization struck everyone and arouse group discussion at once. There you are! The real sensation!

      The information about my visit to the American Consulate somehow spread like wildfire among all my co-workers. That was the reason why that remarkable day all my colleagues headed by Julia, the secretary, hang on my desk like wasps around jam.

      Everyone in my department was looking forward to my coming back from the Consulate with some news.

      – Nothing ventured, nothing gained! —pronounced the secretary.

      – Vicky has left the office approximately two hours ago. Still there, – said one of my colleagues.

      – I wouldn’t run risks as she is doing now. The Consulate knows about layoffs in this company because of its reorganization. Unfair it is here, but where isn’t, I just wonder.

      – Irene called them regarding this issue, didn’t she?

      – Who knows? Nobody will ever know the truth. She could call them easily in regards of Vika’s wish to get an American visa.

      Everyone knows how much Irene loves and hates Vika at the same time.

      – Girls, are you talking about “Shaking Dummy?” She is really blockhead! And no one knows what to expect from her now or the next moment. Irene is such a bitch.

      – And what, guys? Do you think Vika would love to stay in America permanently?

      – Ask her!

      – It’s rumored that her relatives have been living permanently in the States for almost ten years already.

      – And some of her friends are living in America as well now. Do you remember that young Russian couple from Miami at the recent company’s picnic?

      – Yes! The boss introduced the guy as his best friend from America – a bigwig in this company’s Miami office. Probably, he offered Vika a job there. Do you remember that homely man?

      – He is not a homely man!

      – I know that the invitation Vika got is from that couple. They are friends.

      – Do you know that Vika has already been to America?

      – Really? When?

      – A couple years ago she spent her vacation in California.

      – I’ve never heard about this! She is amazing!

      – And I’ve heard she had visited New York.

      – No, she was in Santa Barbara. Inga, the assistant director, told me.

      – You should remember bisexual Inga. She worked before Julia’s time, when “Pinocchio” ruled over the company. Do you remember?

      – Of course, we do.

      – Vika is a lucky devil!

      – Stop being a prophet of doom! Knock on wood!

      – I have good eye!

      – If she could obtain the visa the very first time and came back home, they will not refuse credence.

      – It’s not necessarily so; it depends on many other reasons.

      – She has no intention to stay there.

      – Are you sure? She could stay there easily after getting her visa today. The consulate officers are not complete fools. They will