PhoenixPrime01
Hmm, so many choices.
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Ivan Pushkin had emigrated to America from the former USSR by passing a border station into Finland twenty-five years ago and getting political asylum at the US Embassy in Helsinki because the current regiem was going to arrest him for some movies he'd made that didn't meet with their approval.
Now, twenty-five years later and a Naturalized American Citizen, Ivan was the head of a small but very profitable adult movie studio, the CEO of an adult magazine and the owner of a small string of strip clubs where if you knew the right people you could have access to the basement lounge... and strippers too for an exorbitant price no one complained about considering the 'service' they got from the 'hostesses'.
Always on the lookout for new talent Ivan spent a part of his day checking singles sites on the Internet seeking lovely young women from Eastern Europe to sponsor and bring to America to work for him.
He'd found a blonde who would be perfect advertising from Moscow, easily done now that the USSR was just Russia again, seeking work as an actress. Nothing could have been more perfect for him.
Using and paying contacts in Moscow he arranged for her to get a passport, travel papers and a 60 day Visa to enter the US as 'on vacation'.
Now he was waiting dressed in an Armani suit, Egyptian cotton shirt and hand painted with muted design silk tie and handmade Italian loafers to pick her up at LAX. In his hand he held a sign reading "Svetlana Krupova" in Russian and facing customs waiting for her.
Now, twenty-five years later and a Naturalized American Citizen, Ivan was the head of a small but very profitable adult movie studio, the CEO of an adult magazine and the owner of a small string of strip clubs where if you knew the right people you could have access to the basement lounge... and strippers too for an exorbitant price no one complained about considering the 'service' they got from the 'hostesses'.
Always on the lookout for new talent Ivan spent a part of his day checking singles sites on the Internet seeking lovely young women from Eastern Europe to sponsor and bring to America to work for him.
He'd found a blonde who would be perfect advertising from Moscow, easily done now that the USSR was just Russia again, seeking work as an actress. Nothing could have been more perfect for him.
Using and paying contacts in Moscow he arranged for her to get a passport, travel papers and a 60 day Visa to enter the US as 'on vacation'.
Now he was waiting dressed in an Armani suit, Egyptian cotton shirt and hand painted with muted design silk tie and handmade Italian loafers to pick her up at LAX. In his hand he held a sign reading "Svetlana Krupova" in Russian and facing customs waiting for her.
