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Eastern Step

... them with the ring cases. They slowly opened the cases, and as they got them open, I took out the rings and put them on their fingers. “Olga and Irena – will you marry me?” The rest of the evening was a blur, but I remember making love to both of them several times. I guess the answer was yes! After making love all day Sunday, we took the morning red-eye back to their little burg. I told Olga that she didn’t need to work at the factory any more, but she wanted to go show all her friends the ring. That was fine, I had a lot of work to do myself. I had to arrange for a fiancé visa, which would unfortunately take six months. That meant that I would have to leave them until I could pick them up at the U.S. Embassy six months from now. The other thing I had to arrange is expenses. I went online at a Internet café on the other side of town, opened a new account at my bank, transferred $1000 into it, and had them send me the cash card. I called the friend from work who was collecting my mail for me, paying Olga’s neighbor $100 for the use of the phone, and had him express the card to me here in the Ukraine. All this took a few hours, by which Irena was gone as well, obviously out sharing the news with her friends. Wandering about town, I still couldn’t get over what a dive it was. It made the slums of Chicago (I had gone to a wedding there once) look like Beverly Hills. I felt good just getting Olga and Irena out of this dump. The nookie was just a bonus. As I approached the ...

... apartment, I saw Irena out front with two blonde girls about her age. As I got closer, I saw they were drop dead gorgeous twins. They looked like supermodels. In fact, they looked a lot like Mila Jovovich, only blonde. I walked over to the trio, and Irena grabbed my hand and gave me a big hug then waved towards the other two. “These are my friends Tanya and Sonya.” “Prevyet.” All three of us said together. They giggled. One of them, I couldn’t tell them apart, asked, “Are you really taking Irena to America?” “Yes.” “Oi! I wish we could go too. Irena is our only friend.” She said sadly as the two of them walked away. “Irena, why are you their only friend?” “The live in the orphanage and other k**s won’t play with them.” I was surprised for a second, then I realized that even in this dirt hole, someone has to be at the bottom. I was actually proud of Irena for playing with them, but I didn’t know how to say it in Russian, so I just squeezed her hand. Irena was quiet, obviously thinking hard about something. She gave me a half-smile, then went back to thinking. She took off walking aimlessly, still thinking hard. I wondered what she was thinking so hard about, I figured it was about how she was going to miss her friends. That evening, Irena and Olga both showed up at about five. Olga was still bubbling, but Irena looked very serious. Olga heated up some mushroom soup for dinner and we sat down to eat. Irena blurted, “Mama, can Tanya and Sonya come with us?” Olga looked uncomfortable ...