The Prehistory:
I live in South Korea, communication with compatriots little, and then went to the sauna and met a Russian-speaking woman. We talked, then drank, then talked. This is her story, but to be easier, from the first person.

I fell into a depression after my divorce, my dad gave me money and sent me to South Korea to stay for a week. Heh... divorced, met a Korean sympathetic, began to communicate, after six months they married. I naturally moved to Korea. There were no problems with the language, first in English, then Korean learned, the son was born. When it was tired of sitting at home, the son grew up, arranged for a small kimchi factory. 16 years as in a fairy tale... an accident put a fat spot in this fairy tale. The husband of an engineer, pulling the wires on the roofs in the rainy weather fell from the 12th floor.
I was burned, weary, but it is necessary to live, to raise a son, thank God, there is work. I had to move to a cheaper apartment.
And at work, a young guy, 15 years younger than me, began to help me so sharply, then not just to help, we were shorter, after a month of marriage. Last week, I started throwing things in the laundry, I usually wrap my pockets only before washing. There were coins burners, and he didn’t put out his wallet. Curiously, I opened up and swallowed.
There is my photo. Not just a photo, I remember exactly when and to whom I gave it.
After marrying my second husband, 17 years ago we went on a tour of Korea and relatives. My uncle's uncle lived in Jeddah, and we spent three days there. My uncle had an 11-year-old grandson who fell in love with me at first sight, asked for this photo and promised to marry me when I grew up.
Seventeen years later, the boy kept his promise.