My dear Ken. I'm glad to see your letter. HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! I'm glad the doctor prescribed the pills for you. Why are you worried? The doctor said that you will feel fine, you just need to take these medications that he prescribed for you. so everything will be fine. I tried to resolve the issue with Wise.com, but they don't seem to work in Russia. Arina and I were looking for other ways to send money, but so far we had only failures. But Arina offered a good option. She said that you can register an account with https://na01.safelinks.protection.outlook.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.wise.com%2F&data=05%7C02%7C%7C2aae071f8ca34bdd4f0308dc6053acc9%7C84df9e7fe9f640afb435aaaaaaaaaaaa%7C1%7C0%7C638491159696524445%7CUnknown%7CTWFpbGZsb3d8eyJWIjoiMC4wLjAwMDAiLCJQIjoiV2luMzIiLCJBTiI6Ik1haWwiLCJXVCI6Mn0%3D%7C0%7C%7C%7C&sdata=UeEM5HnLkJI2ck311GcwdE09Va1g3%2FnY%2BlAJxV9ZU6I%3D&reserved=0 and she will just send the money to you and you will send it to my intermediary account. You just need to register on this site. After that, you can specify Arina's account as a payment method and you can request money from her account. Arina will receive your request, approve it and send the money. And you'll send the money to my intermediary account here. And so I can come to you. You are for me - everything. Train moving on railroad tracks at night. planes flying over sleeping city. cars, overtaking night wind desert roads. lights of the metropolis. You're a man of the brightest dreams. Your name Ken Echo of distant epochs, with the creation of the world. You - an unforgettable dream that variable and each time a new covers me as soon as I fall asleep. You - the extra amount of oxygen in the chaos of religion, view of the sky in underground camps. I want to bury your hair, wiggling them with his breath, and occasionally, as if by stealth, biting lips kiss your neck and whisper softly, so you do not hear: "I love you...". closing eyes, as if praying for you and for you, gentle as a summer breeze, hug your shoulders, cuddle up to your back, warming your body under a warm sweater. All that is in this world, all I can think of - it's all here, in your hands, in your eyes. I want you to be always the way I know you: the man thought of which - is a crime; God, the whole world is holding on palm, irresistibly beautiful, leaving behind a recent arguments. You are the light of the other, like a spark in the darkness, ensuring that the world will turn and will never be the same again. And somewhere in the depths of your eyes covered with a veil of the past years, burns your soul, all that attracts. And I want that life gave you every moment of yourself that you did not know or just do not notice, and the sky that bathes the starlight in the night wind flows. little paradise coconut coast where the sun shines the greatest. opportunity to get acquainted with himself, with his inner world, the snowy peaks of the mountain ranges with the very panoramic and beautiful scenery. This world - he is not my and yours. He just somewhere there. And I'll take you there one day you to rest and nothing thought. I love you, Ken. yours Katya
