Hello, my friend XXX.
Now I again go to the email address and see your letter. I read it. Thank you. At the moment, emotions overwhelm me. It is difficult to describe this feeling. I just want to thank you for your letter. I'm actually pleased to read. Also thanks for the photos. I really like you, handsome!
The last letter I finish with the words that I'm interested in communicating with you. I hope you understand me correctly. And I'd like to tell you more about me, about my life. I hope you will also read this letter carefully.
I was born in the small town of Arzamas. In Russia. Then I moved to Moscow. I live in this city my childhood and youth. Up to 10 years I will live in this city together with my family. My mother's name is Maria. She is a very kind and decent woman. Previously, she worked in the picture gallery. She had a familiar artist, he painted me. I'll send you a picture. Mom has a lot to teach me in my childhood. I remember it, and I'm very grateful to her. I often remember my father. His name was Ilya. He was a firefighter. I badly remember. But when he was at home with me, these were the best moments of my childhood. Unfortunately, now I do not even have a photo with him. He died when I was still young. It was an accident. Work in the fire department is very dangerous. Once he and his team went to the challenge. There was a wooden house burning. And he ran first of all to save people. When he comes into the house to make sure that everyone is out. Then the house collapsed. On that day, two firefighters and a family of 3 people were killed. Oh ... it really hurts to think about it. It was a difficult time for our family. My mother so much to worry about then. But for me he was forever a favorite dad and a real hero.
Since there was a problem with finding a job in my hometown. My mother decided to move to Moscow. To get a job. And get more opportunities for a better life.
First I adapted to the new city. Moscow is the capital of Russia! This is a huge number of people and fuss. Every day people wake up at 6 am. And go to work on cars, subways and trains. I can get used to this way of life and start moving on. In Moscow, finish high school. And then I go to university. I studied at the Economic specialty. He studied for 4 years. I had to work and study at the same time. I worked as a hairdresser. I liked this work. And when I get a Diploma of Higher Education. This was a great event in my life. I thought I was going to work in my specialty. But I could not quit my job. I like her. Is there anything better than doing something you love?
My dear XXX, I am an employee in a network of hairdressing salons. My work seems boring, but it's very interesting. Most often I cut ordinary people. But sometimes they send me models. I can not choose clients. Sometimes come across rude and fastidious customers. But I always find a common approach to each of them. Qualitative work can turn a finicky and grumpy client into a grateful and happy person. I'm a hairdresser wagon. I cut women, men and even children. My salary is not big. But enough to rent an apartment, go every day to work, eat and dress. In general, the necessary things are enough. I spend a lot of time riding around the city and work. So I can write to you only once a day. But I will always think with you, my handsome!
I have been living here for 14 years already. And for this time I began to appreciate things that I had not noticed before. After all, we are all human beings. And our health is not eternal. I did not have a person here with whom I could completely talk openly. Recently, I'm even lonely here. This is due to the fact that gay relations are illegal in Russia. This forces us to hide our true face. Now I do not even know a single gay here, can you imagine this? Everyone is hiding and trying to be not noticeable. How tired I am of all this. And I listen to advice and register on the dating site. I am very glad that now I know you. I seem to be charging with energy and warmth from your letter. A very pleasant feeling ... I want to know you better. I feel sympathy for you, my dear friend XXX. I appreciate our acquaintance and am afraid of losing it. I hope that our feelings are mutual.
At the end of my letter, I want to send you some photos. I hope, you like it.
I hope you do not get tired of reading my letter. Please, tell me about your life. How was your destiny? Do you always live in the same city or travel? What profession do you like? And what about gays in your country?
I'll be waiting for your letter. Hug you. Your Evgenii.