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soon found ourselves swapping stories of our personal lives. We talked about our families, our hometowns,
our interests, everything really. It
became apparent that she and I were more similar than different.
And the same could be said between all
Russians and Americans. We all wanted
the same things: Prosperity, health,
family life, social life, and leisure time.
People are people, no matter where on Earth they hailed from. It’s unfair to blame a nation’s people
because their leaders are corrupt and evil, as was the case with both countries.
One
thing became clear as the night progressed; Katerina and I were keenly
attracted to one another. In my mind, I
hoped that attraction would turn into animal magnetism. I longed to be close to a woman, but not just
any woman, that is why I had waited so long, so many lonely years. I’d been burnt enough, betrayed too
often.
I needed someone I could relate to,
someone that understood me, someone that wouldn't betray me at the first sign
of adversity. It seemed to me as if Katerina
was that woman.
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