So, some time around 5:00 am we were rolling around and having fun, Natalia
tells me that she has to go back to her flat, since "V" is there sleeping alone she
tells me several times on the the translator.
I had never considered that she left her daughter alone, what if she woke up scared?
So she calls a taxi, I ride with her the and drop her off and pay for the taxi and ride
back. She has to get V read for school and she has to work for a few hours and will
meet me at noon for lunch, then I will fly to Kiev and spend the night then retrace
my steps back to San Francisco.
I am really sleepy so I hit the sack for a couple of hours, shower, shave and pack. I
bought a few food items that I didn't use and I gave them to Stirlitz. I had bought a
"real knife" for cutting and cooking and I packed a box of stuff for Natalia. I brought
a couple of gifts like picture books of California and the bay area that we looked
through while I told her anecdotes about them.
They have two semi famous a chocolate factories in San Francisco. Ghirardelli's and
Sees, so I had given her chocolate.
I meet Natalia again at the place we have lunch every day and cold fish Natalia is back
the fun spunky girl is gone. I am kind of in a daze myself having spent the entire night
in carnal pleasure. It was clouding my brain, I tried to talk to her about the future, but
she was non committal, I convinced her to accept English language lessons that I would
pay for. She wanted me to pay for group lessons through the agency but I wanted her
to have one on one instruction because she had been in group English lessons (paid for
by some other guy) and couldn't speak a word of English.
When it was time to leave, I got the cheek. I was frustrated but made excuses for her
Sybil like personality in my mind. It's easy to justify, maybe she was tired, maybe it's
the culture, blah blah blah. I was definitely putting her on a pedestal that she didn't
belong on and she got there only because she was hot and rolled me well in the hay.
OK, I never told anyone this including Stirlitz.
When I was taking Natalia home in the taxi, we were passing the translator back and
forth. She told me she desperately needed $200.00. It was insignificant to me at the
time, I thought we would probably be married some day. It was easy to justify it in my
head, she had taken significant time off work to be with me and this would help her out
so I did it.
I fly back to Kiev, Pavel has an apartment for me. He does the pickup from the airport,
fills me up with another fantastic bowl of borscht, drops me off at the apartment and I
sleep like I am dead........
I wake up to a pounding on the door like the police were coming to get me. It was
Pavel and he had been there for quite a while alternating between the phone and the
door. I answer the phone first in case he is calling to warn me not to open the door.
He drops me off at the airport, I go through passport control and can't find the little
scrap of newspaper that I had written on 10 days ago
The passport control lady
was friendly right up to the point that I told her I couldn't find it. Then she looked at
me like I had been caught trying to smuggle C-4 and radio controlled timers in my bag.
She looked through my passport, and the scrap of paper was stuck between two
pages and it plopped out on her desk and all was well again as the C-4 turned out
to be caviar that I had bought near the Black Sea.
I fly the grueling trip back to SFO and sleep like I am dead.
I bought tickets to go back to Kiev (the Odessa ticket is bought separately back then)
for Christmas so I can see her again.
I had paid for a month of language instruction and it was time to pay for another month.
That's when Natalia came up with her bold plan. . . . . . . . .