First message
I met you on the phone. My pension check hadn't come, I called from my home phone, and you were the customer support agent who assisted me. When my check came, i tore it up and called again - an excuse to speak to you.
We've been talking for over 4 months, our conversations less and less about my never-arriving pensioner's check and more about our lives. Your voice soothes me in ways I didn't know I could be comforted.
You talk about your dreams of travel, and I often have admitted to having gone to places you want to go to.
What you don't know is i'm retired from the FSB. I am a trained assassin and was one of the best in my day. I sit on riches I don't know what to do with. I fantasize about meeting you, I know where you live, what you look like - of course I have access to these things. I haven't figured out how to make our meeting perfect. You're younger than me, I don't know if you realize the years of life I have on you.
This morning a team of skilled men tried to kill me. I found photos of you on one of their corpses, it would seem someone is trying to get to you to get me.
It looks like we'll be meeting sooner than I expected, bunny.