Hallo. Warum antwortest du Badoo nicht mehr?.

blockquote.rt { margin: 0 0 15px; border-left: 4px solid #81c784; padding: 0 0 0 12px; display: block; } p { margin: 0 0 0 0 } .email-signature {font-family:"Calibri"; font-size: 9pt; font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; } Hallo, ich freue mich riesig dich kennenzulernen. Mein Name ist Mariia und ich bin 28. Darf ich deinen Namen erfahren? In welchem Alter bist du? Als wir uns auf der Website kennengelernt haben, hast du dir eine feste Beziehung gewünscht. Ist dieser Wunsch noch da? Ich würde gern wissen, was dir an Frauen gefällt. Ich hoffe auf einem lieben und ehrlichen Mann und möchte etwas Ernstes und Harmonisches aufbauen. Hättest du Interesse, mehr voneinander zu erfahren? Bist du im Moment beschäftigt? Ich hoffe, dass wir bald weiter schreiben. In meinem Brief lege ich dir einige meiner Fotos bei. Ich hoffe auch, dass du mir in deinem nächsten Brief ein Bild von dir zeigst. Ganz liebe Grüße Mariia.   

Hi Danny, I'm so glad you responded. This is my first time meeting someone online, and I admit, I'm a little nervous. But I'm glad you're interested. It already makes me smile. I'd like to explain right away that someone called "Your Stranger" messaged me on the dating site "Badoo." He asked me if I was really looking for an older man. I said yes. Then he sent me your email and never responded again. I'm really curious to know what city you live in. Can you tell me more? What were your past relationships like? Why did you decide to sign up for a dating site? I also want to say that I'm interested in older, more experienced men. You might be surprised to learn that I don't have a boyfriend and am looking for a man on a dating site. Unfortunately, I haven't found a man in real life, so I decided to turn to the site for help. Tell me your full name and how I can contact you. I'm from a small village near Kyiv. I currently live in Kyiv. When I was in college, I moved to the city and decided to stay here. Now I live in my own apartment and work as an accountant for a small company. I also have a second job as a salesperson at a grocery store. You know, sometimes I get tired, but I love the feeling of being able to cope. Especially when I come home late at night, turn on some soft music, drink tea with honey, and just relax... At times like these, I especially long for someone close to me. A man with whom I can simply be myself. My mother lives in the countryside, and I visit her often. I go there by bus every weekend. I help her—there's always plenty to do there. But I like it. The air there is completely different, and after all that work, it's especially nice to go to the banya, when the body relaxes and the mind becomes quiet... Do you like the banya? I think it's not just about the steam and warmth—it's about a special state of peace. I'm waiting for your answer. I want to hear your voice between the lines. And if you don't mind, send me some more photos of yourself. I'm glad to see who you are. Best wishes, Maria

Hi Danny, I'm so glad you've replied again. I must admit, I look forward to your letters. They're warm, intelligent, and very genuine... You seem well-read and pleasant—I want to share something personal with you. I want to tell you more about myself—not like in a profile, but for real. Every morning I start with exercise. It helps me wake up and feel alive. I generally try to be active—despite my busy schedule, I find time for a run or light yoga at home. Sometimes I just dance to music if no one's watching 😊 Do you exercise? Or maybe you have your own morning habits? As you know, I often visit my mother in the village. I spent my entire childhood there. I still remember how my dad and I used to go into the forest to pick mushrooms and berries... Sadly, he's long gone. He died in the mines when I was only eight years old. It was a great tragedy for our family. But time has passed, and only fond memories remain in my heart. Would you say you have a good relationship with your parents? Are they close to you? When I'm in the village, I try not only to help my mom, but also to relax in my own way—I take my bike and ride into the forest. There's a place there... a quiet lake that my dad once showed me. Almost no one knows about it. Sometimes I swim there or just sit by the water, listening to the silence. This place is like a little secret, where you can be alone. Sometimes I think how beautiful it would be to come there with someone else... If there are mushrooms in the forest, I pick them and my mom and I cook them together. Some of it goes for sale, but most of it we preserve for the winter. I love cooking—especially with mushrooms. In general, the kitchen is like magic. What about you? Can you cook? What dishes do you like? I'd love to know what you like... maybe I'll cook for you someday? I'm not one of those women who sits around doing nothing. If it's not work, it's home, tidiness, and comfort. I love it when the house is warm—not just in terms of temperature, but in the atmosphere. That's all for today. I don't want to bore you, I'm just sharing a little bit of my life. I hope you're interested in getting to know me better... And I'd love to see new photos—I really want to see your eyes and your smile. Best wishes, Maria PS: In the photos you see, I'm wearing traditional Slavic dress. It was the Ivan Kupala holiday. The photos are from that event.

Hi Danny, I'm so glad we've started communicating. I truly enjoy receiving and reading your letters. With each new letter, I discover something interesting about you... and the more I learn, the more I want to know. Today, I'd like to tell you a little about my family. I have two older sisters, both of whom have been married for a long time. The eldest married a Pole and moved to Poland when I was still in school. My middle sister lived in Luhansk with her husband, but after the region came under Russian control, we unfortunately lost contact. I miss her very much and hope she's doing well... My older sister and I still keep in touch. She calls often, asks about me and my mother, and is very concerned about us. She's told me more than once, "You need a good man abroad. You deserve to be happy." When I was a student, I would visit her and my nephews—wonderful, happy children. My sister often showed me photos from her trips to various European countries. She talked about the beauty of those places... I still remember her words and dream of seeing it all with my own eyes one day. I think it would be especially wonderful—not alone. My mother also tells me more and more often: "Seek your happiness where you will be loved and appreciated. Don't delay your life here..." She herself doesn't want to go anywhere—she says she was born here and wants to stay right away. But she only wants the best for me. And perhaps that's why I decided to register here—to find a man with whom I can feel real, reciprocated feelings... and maybe even start a new relationship. It's truly easy for me to communicate with you. You quickly won me over, and I feel like I can be real with you. I want to know more about you—about your family, about your dreams... about what makes you happy. I'll finish this letter for today. May your day be bright and kind. With warm thoughts of you, Maria

Hi Danny, I'm so glad to learn more about you. I always enjoy reading your letters. Communicating with you fills my days with light and warm anticipation... And I find myself becoming increasingly curious about who you really are. Today I want to tell you something important about myself. I was married. Now I'm divorced. And I think you should know this part of my life to understand me more deeply. After graduating with honors, I immediately got a job in the Kyiv city administration. The work was interesting and fulfilling, and I worked there for about two years. One day, at a New Year's corporate party, I met a young man. My colleagues and I were celebrating, and several friends from another company joined us. One of the guys immediately caught my eye, and as it turned out, he liked me too. We started dating, and soon he proposed. I accepted—I was in love, full of hope and faith in us. After our wedding, he insisted that I quit my job and focus solely on the home. He wanted to be the sole breadwinner and assured me he could provide for us. I agreed. I trusted him. But after a few months, he started drinking frequently, a little at first, then more and more. He would disappear for a day or two, then return with flowers and apologies, and I would forgive him. I still believed it was temporary. But it only got worse... I was tired of the pain, anxiety, and constant scenes. I left. First to friends, then to relatives. He still found me and threw tantrums. At some point, I realized I needed to save myself. I filed for divorce. After the divorce, I went to live with my mother in the village. My ex-husband had disappeared somewhere. And even though I was no longer with him, I was still worried inside. He was still a part of my life after all... Some time later, I learned he died in the war. After the divorce, he started drinking even more heavily, lost his job... and then went to the front. When I found out, I was deeply hurt. No matter how our story turned out, I feel sorry for him. Since then, I've been able to return to my apartment in Kyiv—the one we bought when we first got married. Now I'm no longer afraid that someone will cause a scandal or raise a hand against me. I live peacefully. And I'm learning to be happy again. I really hope you understand. I didn't choose this path—I simply wanted to love and be loved. What can you tell me about your relationship? Were you married? I'll end my letter here. I'll await your reply. Best wishes, Maria

Hello, my dear Danny. Thank you for your understanding and your kind words of support. This means so much to me... I feel like I can be honest with you. And that's a rare thing. At the very beginning of our conversation, I didn't know how to properly tell you one important thing. I was worried about how you would take it... But today I want to be completely open with you. I have a daughter. Her name is Lisa, and she's six years old. I gave birth to her almost immediately after my wedding to my ex-husband. Unfortunately, I've had to be both mom and dad to Lisa all this time. But despite everything, she's growing up to be a kind, gentle, and amazingly bright girl. I'm proud of her. But, like any mother, I'm a little afraid of men's reactions when I say, "I have a child." Deep down, I hope you'll understand. You seem mature and wise to me. So, you'll be able to see that in my heart there's not only a woman's love, but also a mother's. Do you agree with me that a true relationship should be built on trust? In the summer, I leave Liza with my mother in the village while I work. I think it's actually beneficial—after all, Grandma always has plenty of fresh air, berries, forest, care, and fairy tales in the village. And during this time, I try to work as much as possible, so that I'll have more freedom later in the year. If you'd like, I'd be happy to tell you more about Liza. But only if you're genuinely interested. It's important to me that you know the whole truth about me—without any pretense or pretense. You don't hide anything from me either, do you? I'd be happy to hear everything you confide in me. You're more than just a conversationalist to me. I genuinely enjoy talking with you. Sometimes I catch myself thinking about you throughout the day... Today, at my second job, at the grocery store, something happened that deeply touched me. I noticed an elderly woman who hid several loaves of bread in her bag and left without paying. I caught up with her—not to make a scene. It was just... it hurt. I asked how she was doing, and she suddenly burst into tears. It turned out her entire family had perished in the shelling. She hadn't received her pension for three months and couldn't work. My heart couldn't take it anymore—I went back to the store, bought her groceries, and paid for the bread. I understand that my own life isn't easy, that I have to take care of my daughter and help my mother. But I simply can't do otherwise. I can't pass by when I see someone truly in trouble. That's how I am—maybe too gentle, too caring, but I can't do otherwise. I believe that kindness can still change the world. Even if only a little. I think I wrote more than I intended... But I put a piece of my soul into this letter. I hope you found it warm reading. Sending you warm hugs, Your Maria. P.S.: I wanted to transfer our communication to WhatsApp or Telegram. But something unfortunate happened. Yesterday, Lisa was playing with my phone and dropped it. Now my phone needs repair, and I contacted a repair company. The repair cost is simply exorbitant. It's easier for me to buy a new smartphone. For now, I'll have to use a feature phone.

Hello, my dear Danny, I'm also thinking about us being together. I'm sitting down to write to you again—and my heart feels warm. You've become a part of my inner world, my thoughts... I don't know how exactly it happened, but I feel you near—even across distance, even without touching. Today I want to share with you what happened... There was a fire at work. An electrical short. Everything happened suddenly—smoke, anxiety, confusion. But, you know, at that moment, a strange thought flashed through my mind: it's good it wasn't a missile. It's good we're alive. Because, unfortunately, in our reality, that's not an exaggeration, but a possibility. After the fire, the director gathered everyone. She said that because of it, we'd have to take unpaid leave. And if anyone decided to quit, she wouldn't hold them back; she promised better references. And so I stand there, listening to all this... and suddenly there's silence inside. Of course, I wanted a vacation. I'd dreamed about it many times. But, I admit, not like this. Not through stress, fear, and burnout. And today I woke up and realized: maybe this is a sign. Maybe fate itself is pushing me to where my heart has long been. To you. I picked up some old photos—from a vacation a couple of years ago. My friends and I went to the sea. We laughed, sunbathed, ate fruit straight from the market, looked at the stars... Back then, it seemed like everything lay ahead—as light as a sea breeze. And then—divorce, moving, worries, survival... And dreams of a real vacation, of love, of myself—were put on the back burner. But now I have this pause. A pause that was given for a reason. Do you know what I want? I want to spend this unexpected, so strange, yet so long-awaited vacation with you. Maybe this sounds bold. Maybe unexpected. But you became something alive and real for me. You gave me faith that I can be more than just strong—I can be loved, desired, tender. I don't want to hide my feelings behind letters anymore. I don't want to waste time. I want to come to you. Let it not be like an escape, but like a homecoming. I'm not perfect. But I have a heart that feels. And it whispers to me: this is he... If you feel the same, if you're ready... Let's meet. Let this chance turn into destiny. Let this vacation be the beginning of a new life—ours. Right now I'm still in bed. And you know... how I wish your head were lying on my legs right now. And I would stroke your hair, your face... slowly, tenderly. Just be there. Just touch you—really. Now I need to get up—do a few exercises, wake up a bit… Sometimes I wonder—do you like the way I look? Sometimes I walk around the house in just my panties, with my hair down… It's a good thing Liza is still little and doesn't pay attention to it. And at times like these, I feel alive, feminine… and very free. I'll be waiting for your reply. I really want to see new photos—you can't imagine how nice it is to look at you… It's as if you're getting closer to me through the screen, a little closer, a little more… Your Maria PS: Please write me your full home address. While I was writing this letter, the director of our company called me and told me not to waste time and to look for a new job. She explained to me that she didn't want to pay for everything out of her own pocket. That it was a very labor-intensive and time-consuming process. She also said that the insurance company wouldn't pay anything. Therefore, she was leaving Ukraine. When I heard this, everything seemed strange to me. I think she's hiding something and is simply fleeing the country for some other reason.

Hello, my dear Danny❤️ I was so happy when I received your letter... Your words brought me so much warmth and smiles. Thank you for being in my life... Today my day began unusually – with silence. Liza is currently visiting her grandmother in the village, and I'm finally on vacation. Can you imagine, I don't have to go anywhere! Not to work, not to the store, not to kindergarten. Such a rare and wonderful feeling – just to wake up and... stay in bed. I lay there, wrapped in a blanket, for a long time. I simply stared at the ceiling and thought about how I should organize my day. An unplanned vacation is like a piece of paper without words. And so, after half an hour of sweet laziness, I finally decided to take action. Today is a day of taking care of the house and myself. I cleaned up a bit, did some laundry, made a light lunch... And then I realized: now is the perfect time to pamper myself. I made a face mask, brewed some fragrant tea... I'm lying here in just my robe—nothing underneath 😉 And I'm writing to you. My thoughts keep returning to you... again and again. How wonderful it would be if you were here now... Maybe you'd just sit silently next to me and watch me walk around the house, bustling about... Or maybe we could find something to occupy each other on this lazy, gentle day... 😌 After writing, I'll go back to bed. Not to sleep—just to relax, to dream... I imagine you coming to me. Your hands touch my body. You run your fingers over my cheek, then down my neck... I feel your lips—first on my lips, then lower... Your tenderness slowly awakens in me what I've long held back. You kiss me, caress me... and there are no more distances between us. Only breath, skin, desire... Imagine it with me. Close your eyes. Feel the whole world slowly disappear—and only we remain. The two of us. In the same rhythm. In the same sensation. I belong to this fantasy... and to you. Write to me what you feel when you read this... Your Maria 💋

Hello, my dear Danny❤️ I want to share my evening and morning thoughts with you. Yesterday, after a relaxed and quiet day, I suddenly felt like I needed a change of scenery—so I went to the village to visit my mom. But before that, I stopped by the shops: I'd already been eyeing gifts for Mom and Lisa and finally decided to buy them. For Mom, I chose a useful and practical thing—a jar sealer. She loves making pickles, jams, and compotes—for the whole winter. I think you'd love to try our homemade cucumbers or raspberry jam 😊 And I bought Lisa some boots. I think they'll make her look a little taller than she actually is. When I arrived in the village and gave them their gifts, there was so much joy! Lisa was jumping up and down with delight, and Mom, as always, smiled her warm, calm smile. Late that evening, after Liza had fallen asleep, Mom and I stayed in the kitchen, drinking tea and having a heart-to-heart talk. I told her about you. I said I was thinking about coming to you, seeing you in person, being close. Mom listened carefully and then said, "Masha, go. Just leave Liza with me for now. Don't drag a child off to a foreign country right away. See what it's like there first. Find out everything, get a feel for whether it's right for you. If everything goes well, and you're confident in the man, then you can decide together how to take Liza back." These words were important to me. Because she supported me—but also reminded me that I need to approach such things with my mind and heart. I really want to come to you. I want to get to know you better, see how you live, how you speak, look, smile... I want to touch your reality. This morning I was helping my mother with the housework—there's always something to do in the village. And now I'm sitting here writing you this letter. I'm thinking about you... imagining how we could spend quiet, warm evenings like these together. Please write me your full home address. I want to know exactly where you live. I don't remember if you wrote, and if you did, I'm sorry; I lost your address somewhere. I hope you won't be angry with me about this. And also—it's very important for me to discuss everything regarding my trip to see you. I want to understand how and when this can be accomplished. Yours, Maria 💋

Hello, my dear Danny, as I already said, I don't speak English and use a translator. Also, I want to remind you that my phone is broken right now, and I'm having a hard time typing emails because the keys are stuck, and half the screen is invisible. It's even worse on the back of the phone. And about your visit this summer, that sounds good. But I thought we could consider a more profound option. For example, Liza and I moving to the USA. I'm so glad you wrote... Every time I see your letter, I feel warm inside. I think about you constantly. You are so kind, sincere, warm... It penetrates the very depths of my soul. More and more often, I find myself longing to be near you—to feel your touch, to see your eyes, to hear your voice... and just to be there. Today, my friend came to visit me—we've been friends since childhood; she, like me, is from a village. We strolled along familiar streets for a bit, then stopped by a lake in the forest. It was so quiet and peaceful there, as if time had stood still. We remembered taking photos there this summer, and I decided to look through them again. I'll attach a few pictures to this email; I hope you like them. As I looked at these photos, I caught myself thinking: how I wish you were here then... With you, this place would be completely different. More tenderness. More electricity in the air. Maybe you would take my hand and kiss me by the water... Maybe we would forget about the camera altogether and simply dissolve in the forest scents and each other's breath. I really want that. And you. 💋 P.S. Tomorrow I'll start my second job and get the paycheck I've already earned. Then I'll be able to calculate the money and definitely think about how to come see you.

Hello, dear Danny. I really needed to talk to you today... I went to my second job to collect my paycheck. After we were all laid off due to the fire, I really needed the money. And I also needed money to organize our meeting. I hoped that at least everything would be calm here... But things turned out quite differently. My boss always seemed unpleasant to me. He wasn't particularly polite, sometimes making strange hints, saying he liked me. But I never responded to him or encouraged him. I behaved with reserve and coldness, just doing my job. I needed this second job, and I tried to ignore his behavior. There was nothing that made me feel vulnerable... until today. When I went to pick up my paycheck, he acted especially strange. He offered me coffee, tea, drank cognac himself, and then tried to persuade me to have a drink with him. I refused. I don't drink—and certainly not with him. I just asked him to give me my money. But he locked the door. He started telling me I was beautiful, that he could give me a raise, that he saw in me not only beauty but also intelligence... And then fear gripped me. I felt like he might do something terrible. He was drunk, and I became truly scared. Like when I was living with my ex-husband and didn't know what he would do next. I could barely hold back my tears. It felt like I was trapped again. At that moment, my boss pinned me against the wall, hugged me, kissed my neck, and grabbed my ass. I started pushing him away, telling him to stop and wait. Tell him to pour me a glass of wine, that I wanted to relax too. He said, "Yes, Mashenka, now, what would you like, red and white, or something stronger?" He turned away, and at that moment, I pushed him in the back with all my might, so hard he even fell. And then I rushed to the door. Thank God he didn't lock us in; it was just a latch. I burst into tears, but ran out of there as fast as I could. He started shouting, "Masha, Maaasha, wait, you've got it all wrong!" I ran through the back exit. I'm never going back there again. Even if this paycheck goes to waste, my safety and peace are more important to me. Now I'm home. Alone. My hands are still shaking. I'm scared. I feel defenseless again. And at this moment, I can only think of you. If you were here... You would hug me. You would just look at me—and I would feel better. You're the one I trust. The one who could protect me. I miss you so much. I'm sorry I'm burdening you with all this. It's just... when I write to you, I feel a little better. I'm going to take a hot bath now, drink some tea with honey. I'll try to pull myself together. But deep down, I just dream of having you by my side. Yours, Maria.

Hello, my dear Danny. I'm so glad to hear from you. Thank you for your support—it really means a lot to me. Yesterday, a friend came over to cheer me up a bit. I told her what happened. We drank tea, talked, and I shared my thoughts—I wanted to go to the police and report my boss for harassing me. But my friend talked me out of it. She thinks he might have connections in the police—he owns several stores, and without support in such matters, he'd probably need help. Even if he doesn't, it would still be hard for me—without evidence, they could simply fire me. And, as she said, I'd only ruin my reputation. I felt sad about that, but I know she might be right. We talked for a while, ate ice cream, and fell asleep watching Twilight. That helped me take my mind off things, at least a little. And in the morning, just as I was getting ready to make breakfast, I got a call. It was my boss. He apologized, said he was sorry about what happened, and promised I could come pick up my paycheck without any problems. Now I have absolutely no idea what to do... I'm so scared to go there. On the one hand, I've been working for a whole month and I really need the money—I need to take care of Liza, buy her clothes, buy her food, and I don't have my main job anymore. I have no income at all right now. On the other hand, I'm afraid. I'm afraid of being left alone with this horrible man again. I want you to know why I'm so afraid. When I first started there, I was happy—a second job, a chance to support Liza and my mother. After a while, the accountant, a girl a little older than me, quit. I happened to see her run out of the director's office in tears. No one ever saw her again. I didn't think anything of it at the time... I just kept working. After that, he started showing me attention. He gave me candy, chocolates—I left them for other girls. I disliked him from the very beginning, but I tried to keep my distance. I thought a lot about why he was interested in me specifically. After all, I hadn't given him any reason. And then I realized—all the female coworkers are much older than me. I don't count that accountant. Then they started handing out paychecks in person in his office. I tried to just take the money and leave, but now he was drunk... and I still don't know what would have happened if I hadn't run away. From that moment on, I'm truly afraid of him. It's a shame you're not here now. I want to ask you, would you go with me to get my paycheck? And now I'm wondering—either go and take the risk, or be left with nothing. I need to think it all over. I'll write to you later. Thank you for being there. Yours, Maria.

Hello, my dear Danny. I want to tell you about what happened to me. I thought for a long time and didn't know what to do in this situation. I contacted my friend for advice. We talked for a while and arranged a meeting. My friend even put her work aside to help me. I am very grateful to her for that. When we met, we started discussing what to do next. I invited her to go with me so I could finally get my salary. You know, this money is very important to me. So, when we entered the boss's office, he was a little surprised that I was not alone. But he immediately offered us tea and coffee. My friend stood silently and glared at him. I think he realized I had told her everything. I told him that we didn't come here to drink tea and that he wanted me to get my salary as soon as possible. Perhaps my words sounded a little rude. But I couldn't help it. My boss's face changed slightly. His smile disappeared, his lips curled slightly, and he replied sarcastically, "If that's the case, then so be it." He started doing some calculations on a calculator, then looked up and said I was being deprived of my bonus because I was a bad worker. He also started saying that I was constantly getting complaints, that I was a bad worker, that I didn't know how to properly treat customers, that I was rude to them, that I argued with them. That I shouldn't get anything at all. At that moment, my friend couldn't take it anymore. She intervened, and I just stood there with my mouth open, unable to say anything. My friend, a tough woman and someone who had seen a lot in life, immediately took out her phone and started filming, saying that everything had to be done according to the law. That he had no right not to pay me. They argued for about five minutes. My friend threatened to contact all the authorities so that they would start inspecting not just this store, but all of his stores. She said we'd not just file a police report but also a complaint with the prosecutor's office. My boss simply said, "That won't help anyway," that he has contacts "in the right places." That we won't achieve anything. After a few more minutes of arguing, my friend managed to convince my boss to give me half my salary. And after that, we'd never see each other again and forget about it. He agreed. I think he wouldn't have given me anything at all and would have simply raped me if I'd been alone. I think because Vika took out her phone and started filming, he agreed to give me half my salary. Thank God he at least gave me half. He quickly counted out the money and put it on the table. I quickly took it, and we practically ran out of his office without saying goodbye. And when we were already leaving the store, we heard him screaming at us that we were fucking whores, and Vika, hearing this, even laughed and yelled at that impotent man to shove the rest of my money up his ass. I couldn't get over that situation for another 20 minutes. But my friend continued to support me. She said everything was fine, that there was no other way with such jerks. Now we're both at my house. I decided to show my friend a little gratitude, and on the way home, we stopped at the store, got fruit tea and a small cake. Now I'm writing to you, and my friend is sitting in the kitchen downloading movies. I think I already mentioned that we watched "Twilight." Now we'll continue; there are several films in that franchise. I'm finishing my letter and eagerly awaiting your reply. Yours, Maria.

Hello, my love, Danny. Today, I want to share my experiences with you. This is a very difficult time for me. While I had two jobs, I managed everything. But now I need to look for a new job. I don't know when I'll be able to go back to my job as an accountant. And I simply won't go to work at the store anymore. I'm so tired, it's just awful. The government doesn't care about us. They're busy with their corruption schemes and the war. No one cares about us, ordinary citizens of their country. The news is only bad. Although they try to pretend that everything is fine and Russia will soon fall. But no one believes that anymore. Everyone is just trying to survive. People have become evil and vile. I didn't meet bad people before, or I simply didn't pay attention to them. But now that everyone is doing badly, everyone is starting to think about themselves and only themselves. Some are turning into animals, like my former boss. And I don't know where all this will lead us... I'm trying to find a new job. But there are almost no ads, and the ones I applied for were rejected. Everyone says they're no longer hiring. All the positions are filled. Now I need a job more than ever. Liza needs things, because she's already outgrown her old ones. And at the same time, I need to think about what to eat every day. And in this situation, I simply can't afford to come to you. Forgive me, but it's out of my control. Of course, under different circumstances, I could just buy plane tickets and fly to you. Then we could spend time together and become a real couple. The thought that we could be together now and live happily ever after won't leave me. I think a lot about what our life would be like together. But then I return to reality, where so many problems just give me a headache. I want to lie down on my bed, curl up in a ball, and just cry. But I can't afford that. I have to be strong for myself, for my daughter, for us. You give me the strength to move on. And it's only because you're in my life that I haven't given up yet. I can't even imagine what would have happened to me if we hadn't met. Forgive me for complaining to you so much. But no one understands me as well as you. Now I have to finish this letter. I'll continue looking for work. But I won't let you out of my head either. With love, yours, Maria.

Hello, my dear Danny. Today I want to talk to you about us. I'm so glad we met over email and have a warm, sincere relationship. But it's important for me to move on to a serious conversation—I say this from the bottom of my heart. As you know, I'm going through a difficult time right now: I lost my job, there's a war all around, and over the years I've lost and experienced too much. Living in Ukraine, in Kyiv, has become very difficult: constant anxiety about safety, instability, the loss of acquaintances and friends—all of this leaves deep scars. Every time I think about the future, the first thing I worry about is Lisa's safety and the ability to give her a peaceful life. I want someone by my side who will be our support and who can hold my hand through these difficult times. I'm tired of living in fear and don't want to go through this alone anymore. During our conversations, I've become increasingly convinced: you are the person with whom I want to share both joy and sorrow. I want to be your wife, and you, my husband. I understand that this may sound rushed to some—we haven't lived together or seen each other in person yet. But if you saw what I've been through, you'd understand my desire to change my life now and give Liza a secure future. Please tell me honestly: what do you want from our relationship? Are you ready to move to the next level and reunite? Are you ready to welcome Liza and me into your life, or would you prefer me to come alone? What realistic steps and timelines do you envision? How prepared are you to be during the first months of adjustment—with housing, documents, and support for Liza? It's important for me to understand not just your words, but also the real actions you're willing to take. Please think about everything calmly and respond in detail when you have the opportunity. I value your opinion very much and want to make decisions together, responsibly, from the heart. I await your thoughtful response. Big hugs and tender kisses. Yours, Maria.

Hello, my dear Danny. Regarding the video call, I want to remind you that my phone is broken. And I don't know how we could have called. I'm having a hard time writing letters. Half the screen is cracked and doesn't work, the keys are sticking. I won't even mention the back of the phone. If it weren't for the case, the phone would probably have fallen apart by now. I'm so glad you wrote to me; I read your letter very carefully. And now I want to talk to you seriously. I've been searching for a long time and finally found all the information I need. I've learned everything I need so that we can finally get out of this hell and be safe and protected next to you. I've learned all the information I need about how to get out. The most important thing now is to get a passport for Liza and a biometric passport for me. Without these documents, we simply won't be allowed to leave the country. Unfortunately, as you know, I don't have any funds of my own, so I'm asking you for help. Just $300—and my daughter and I will have a real chance to escape this country and forget the danger. This isn't just money; it's our chance for a new life, a chance to save two lives at once. You know, I'm not used to asking, but right now I truly can't cope on my own. The war has robbed us of stability, security, and confidence in the future. I believe there can be a man I trust by my side, and I so want it to be you. I dream of the day when I can be with you not through letters, but in person: cooking dinner for you, waking up next to you, seeing you smile. I want Liza to grow up safe and secure, knowing there's a strong and kind person nearby she can lean on. I'm counting on you so much right now. I hope you won't abandon us in this difficult time, that we'll get through this together, and someday we'll remember this only as a distant nightmare. I await your reply with bated breath. Your Maria.

Hello, my love, Danny. Thank you for your kind words. Thank you for your letter, which gave me hope. That makes me happy. I'll probably start by saying that I have almost all the documents. What I do have is Lisa's birth certificate. My ex-husband's divorce certificate. I also have his death certificate. I also have my passport ID. I'll send you all of this with this letter, so you can see everything with your own eyes. What documents do we lack, and what needs to be done so we can be together? First, Lisa and I will need to get passports. Since I can't prove that we've already seen each other and spent time together, a fiancée visa is not an option. A refugee visa is also not an option. We are currently in Ukraine. We are not being persecuted for religious or sexual reasons. So, the only option left is to get a tourist visa. I will be approved for it because I have property in Kyiv (an apartment). And this will serve as a guarantee that I'm traveling as a tourist. During my tourist trip, I'll meet you. We'll fall in love and want to get married. We can sort out all the subsequent paperwork and other issues on the spot. Holding each other's hands. Danny, regarding getting a visa. That's not free either. To get a visa, you'll need to fill out a DS-160 form and pay a consular fee of $185 each. That's $370 total. After that, the visa application must be submitted to the US Department of State. We'll need to wait for a response, and only then will they issue us visas so we can travel to the US to see you. At the interview and during the questionnaire, I won't hide the fact that I know you. But I'll state tourism as the purpose of my stay. That way, we'll avoid any problems with getting a visa. Right now, to put all this into practice, we need to get passports. They're not free either, and you have to pay a state fee for each one. I'm also submitting all applications online to make it faster and less of a hassle. To make sure everything was done, I asked for $300. The whole process isn't quick. That's why I suggested starting with something smaller, namely, passports. I hope I was able to answer all your questions openly and thoroughly. If you have any questions, please ask them. I don't want any issues to go undiscussed. With love, yours, Maria and Lisa.

Hello, my love, Danny. I want to tell you that it would be better to start today. But without your help, I simply can't do anything. That's why I'm asking you to help me with $300. Tell me, can you arrange a bank transfer today? That would kickstart the entire process of preparing the documents and our meeting. With love, yours, Maria and Lisa.

Darling, I need to go to the immigration service and fill out an application to receive a foreign passport. The deadline is up to 7 business days. This is an expedited process. And that's why it costs more. That's why I need to pay up to $300. So, will you help t?