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Foreign Pen Pals - Mykhailo (Part II)
🕑 Added 2024-01-13 17:00:18 +0000 UTCThings were going very well between Mykhailo and Cristiano. The 8-hour time difference between Arkansas, USA and Donetsk, Ukraine meant they didn't have too much free time to talk. They still managed to spend at least an hour on the phone every day talking and FaceTiming about who knows what. When you're in love you can talk for hours on end about nonsense.
Cristiano was very happy he had met Mykhailo and even more happy now that she had expressed her feelings for him. He was trying to build up his confidence to ask her to officially become his girlfriend. He decided on a date. "It will be this Saturday. This Saturday she will be my girlfriend." Although this was an entirely virtual relationship so far, he still went out and bought himself a nice cologne that he could wear on his virtual date. He bought some candles and flowers as well. He tried to arrange for a bottle of wine to be sent to her house, but unfortunately it's difficult to send deliveries to an active war zone.
"I want you to dress up and get yourself a wine bottle for this Saturday. I have a special surprise for you ;)" he nervously texted her 2 days before the special date. The day went by with no answer from her. "She must have had a busy day today. I did send the text out kinda late in her time. It's 9 P.M. over there. Maybe she fell asleep early" he hoped to himself.
He could barely sleep that night, but he managed to get in at least 3 hours of irregular sleep. The type of sleep where you feel like you were conscious the entire time. He anxiously "woke up" at 7 A.M., which to him felt more like opening his eyes after having them closed for a couple minutes, and checked his phone for a response from Mykhailo. Cristiano was disappointed to see no new notifications on his phone.
"How could this be? She's been up for at least 5 hours by now. What is she doing that she's not texting me back? This is so unlike her. Wait. What if she knows what I'm thinking of asking her? Is she not answering because she doesn't want to be in a relationship with me?"
A whirlwind of thoughts swirled through Cristiano's head. It only worsened when it was becoming night time in Ukraine and he still didn't receive any notifications from her. He felt a range of emotions from anxious to nervous to annoyed to worried. He was debating whether to play it cool and not double text her until she texted him back, or simply text her saying "Are you OK?" He was definitely overthinking the situation.
"Hey Mykhailo, are you OK? You're kinda worrying me" he finally (kinda reluctantly) messaged her. He nervously set his phone down praying for a quick response.
DING! A notification came through! "It's her!", he thought. He anxiously picked up his phone.
A look of disappointment came from his face. "Shaving Machines - 30% OFF for the next 2 hours!"
"Stupid advertisement e-mails", he angrily thought to himself. "I don't even grow much facial hair."
Another day went by and still no word from Mykahilo. "What is going on?! I was supposed to ask her to be my girlfriend today and instead she hasn't answered my messages in 2 days."
That Saturday, while he scrolled through his Twitter feed, he saw a tweet that made his heart sink to his stomach. "Apartment in Donetsk, Ukraine bombed. 131 people killed." He dropped his phone on the floor and ran to bathroom to vomit. "Could this be true? Could she have died in that accident?"
Without a response from her and without a way to verify if that was her apartment building, Cristiano fell in a deep depression. It worsened every for the next 35 days where he didn't hear anything from her. He was failing his classes. He stopped calling his parents back in Brazil. He basically stopped eating altogether. He felt like he lost his life.
Suddenly, 37 days after he last talked to her, he received a videocall from a foreign phone number. He recognized the country code. It's a call from Ukraine!
"Mykhailo?" he immediately answered.
"Yes, it's me Cristiano. I don't have much time to talk now but keep your phone near you. I'm going to do my best to call you back tonight or tomorrow, OK?"
He recognized her voice. She sounded like she was on the move. "Are you OK?", he asked worriedly.
"I'll explain more when I can. I gotta go. Bye."
She hung up. He felt a mixture of happiness and puzzlement. He was happy to hear the girl he loved was alive, but puzzled as to why it took her almost 40 days to get in contact with him. "At least she's alive," he thought. "Let's just be patient and wait for her to explain everything."
The next day she called him at 5 A.M. his time. He gladly answered the call and listened to her explanation of what had happened those days. After the 52 minute call, Cristiano was left in tears. Mykhailo had explained to him that the Russians had bombed her building specifically trying to kill her because her dad was a high ranking officer in the Ukrainian army. That night she had come home later than usual because she was buying the wine Cristiano asked her to buy. When she came home she found her entire building on fire and a squad of 40 Russian soldiers searching the premises. Her intuition had told her they were searching for her so she turned around in tears and quickly walked away from the apartment she had lived in for her whole life.
That night, with nowhere to go, she broke into a local post office, downed the whole bottle of wine while reminiscing about the life she had left behind at her childhood apartment, and cried herself to sleep. The next morning, the manager of the post office found her laying on the floor. He woke her up and she explained to him the entire situation. He informed her the Russians were going door to door asking for her. They had even shut down the internet over the area to tighten the security.
She begged him to please help her. He agreed to let her stay hidden in the basement of the post office for a couple days. In the meantime, he bought her a dozen different wigs and arranged for his friend to transport her out of the city hidden in a mail truck. Arranging the logistics of this escape took about 5 days. She wanted to message Cristiano, but with no internet her phone was barely anything more than a camera.
Finally, the day arrived for her to make her escape. The Russians were getting extremely suspicious of the post office and it was time to make a move. She was to head westward hidden in a mail container inside of a mail truck. There was a series of mail truck exchanges arranged for her to make it safely outside of the area of danger.
The entire trip was scheduled to take about 40 days because they would have to stop at some remote post offices and stay there for days at a time. The mailing system in an active warzone is not very efficient. It's surprising it's even working at all. She would have to wear a different wig every couple of days and was rarely allowed to go outside for fresh air. She gladly followed all instructions since her life was on the line.
Since her phone was able to capture photos, she thought it would be a great idea to track the entire journey with pictures. She took images of herself in her many different wigs. Many of them were nudes that she could not wait to share with Cristiano. She would've been walking around naked on camera for him anyways in those 40 days she will never get back.
She thought about him the entire time. Many times she would finger herself to the thought of him. The trauma she had gone through had not decreased her sex drive one bit. One time she even fingered herself in the mail truck, on the road. She squirted all over a pile of mail. The entire rush of the experience made her even more horny. It was kinda twisted, but still so sexy.
"Watching her laying on a pile of mail on the floor of a Ukrainian mail truck with her pants down and her fingers in her pussy must have been quite a sight", Cristiano thought to himself as he felt his dick get slightly hard.
"Having gone through all of that made me realize how special you are to me, Cristiano", Mykhailo said with tears in her eyes and her voice quivering. "All I thought about was - I want to talk to Cristiano, I want to be with Cristiano."
The sound of those words was like heavenly music to his ears.
"I want us to be boyfriend and girlfriend, but there is something I have to tell you first," Mykhailo continued.
Cristiano didn't like the sound of that very much. What does she mean there is something she needs to tell me first....?
Comments
MADCastle88
Can’t wait!
Herai
😂 wait til the next episode
MADCastle88
This is a roller coaster of emotions that brings you up with excitement and joy and then scares you deeply with worry. I was feeling like I was gonna be mad at you. But you brought the joyful relief back up. Lol
