A strange feeling. There is an urgent and pressing need to capture the essence of the most important journey in the lives of two people. Laziness and the fear of being misunderstood are getting in the way. Just kidding. There is only the fear of the unknown. Kidding again. Basically, there is a hell of a lot to write. And, to be honest, I'm afraid of missing something. But it's even scarier to forget it all! So, I'm starting.

Introduction

It all began with my meeting (and since then, being together for life) with Kirill Kolesnikov (hereinafter "Kiryusha"). Your humble servant will remain silent about the turbulent development of our romance, so as not to clutter this document with information unnecessary to the Reader.

The aforementioned Kiryusha, as it turned out later, dreams of the United States. That is, he desperately wants to end up there at any cost and live for a certain amount of time, enjoying all the wonders and amusements of American life. Skeptical, I still broke my antipathy toward the States, caused by diligent self-education in the field of USSR foreign policy during the Cold War. Shortly after deciding to go, we turned to an agency for enslaving and sending students to the USA, located on the first floor of a kindergarten...