We met in Moscow. At the American Embassy.
Natasha is so small and thin and young. She was already familiar with the twists and turns of the visa process, and so she was worried.
Iraida is a bright brunette, cheerful and positive-minded. She chatted with the embassy officer in Russian the entire interview. .
And I, a thin blonde, scared of everything-Moscow, the conversation with the officer in English, my decision to relocate and not the possibility of moving if something happens.
We met in Moscow. A day later, we went to different cities in Russia. A month later, we wrote each other emails from different parts of America.
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