Chapter one: A very special fox

In our planet there is a very special type of foxes. I have meet only one of them and im pretty sure that there are no others like her. She does not have screaming instagram pages, do not wear pop luxury stuff although she can afford herself anything. She is extremely well educated, she has very thin sence of humor, she is highly professional in human manipulations and she thinks she knows everything in this world which is cute.

She is a kind of personality Reamonn sings about. She carries herself in the finest traditions of Western high society, even though she belongs to an entirely different civilization. She is always on top of her game, always demonstrating her strength and confidence, just like US business woman.

She knows how huge the world is, she sees many different people, their views, their thinking, and her way of life, multiplied by a high intellectual level, reveals to her a completely different picture of the world, different from the one that exists in the society where she was born.

Her 'no' doesn't necessarily mean no, and her 'yes' can shift significantly when it suits her. All in the finest traditions of Asian high society. With her, you are always wrong. She always keeps you on edge.

At the same time, she behaves so beautifully, gracefully... her magical voice and ability to control intonation simply drive you crazy - she does not speak, she sings some magical songs in an incomprehensible language. All this rich background lies on a stunning appearance that any woman would envy. But honestly, she captivates with her soul, charisma and intellect. Her delightful appearance is more the cherry on the cake than the reason. Only fools fall in love with appearance.

She shows that you are not important to her. But you know that this is not true, or at least not completely true. You feel it in space even being thousands of kilometers away from her. You are ready to do anything just to see her, you are ready to do (and apparently do) the stupidest things that you would never do for anyone else. Stupidity and lack of rational logic? Absolutely!!! But you will do it a thousand more times in a row, because she is everything to you, a unique value, without which you do not see any meaning, at the same time realizing that the greatest value should be yourself. But you do not want to admit it, constantly think about her and dream of just seeing her. You spend 2 years in this constant, fantastic feeling and nothing changes - you are just as excited by communicating with her as the first time. Strange? Stupid? Meaningless? Yes, yes, no. You need her soul.

At the same time, you have a bunch of international projects. You are on a plane for about 250 hours a year, the destinies of a huge number of people are tied to you, and you periodically forget about all this work just to talk to her. You spend an insane amount of time and money just to see her. You know that she sees it, and perhaps appreciates it. You are ready to do everything, but it seems like she doesn’t need it. But you know that you both need it and you fly to meet her, without the hope that she will wait for you, but with the knowledge that it cannot be otherwise.

She knows her worth. And I know that she is priceless to me. And I don’t want to lose her. I don’t want to lose YOU, my dear little fox.

I've said it once, and I'll say it again – if you need it I will do everything in my power to be with you. A man, a friend, your protection, your support, a mentor, a partner - this is what I want to be to you. This could be a beautiful story of two hearts that found each other by chance. And if you let me, everything will be just as it's written on that Roman postcard.

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Chapter two: Counting stars

What our life could be like? I'm sure she's asked herself this question many times, just like I have. Let's dream together.

Morning. She opens her stunning, still sleepy eyes with a smile on her face. She had a wonderful dream – she doesn’t remember the details, only a warm, joyful feeling in her heart. She goes to the window, opens the curtains with a slight movement, and the room is filled with the morning sun and coolness. It’s funny that she considers +20 to be cool. She likes this place, this city where we live. She calls it “the most fancy city of the country I belong”. I’ll allow myself to agree: this city is consistently in the top 10 in the world for all key indicators; a city where granite lies underfoot, where you can find amazing food and delicious coffee on every corner. She remembers pieces of a dream – it seems it was about the house where she lived before we met, about something distant and familiar. Her glance falls on the clock – it’s already eight! I’ll be leaving soon!

She slowly walks out of the bedroom, downstairs to the living room filled with the morning light, and her eyes meet mine. She hugs me gently… how nice it is! She shares her dream, says how much she misses her little sister. One call – and we have tickets for an evening flight to this amazing eastern country. But there is a nuance: she sincerely believes that the airline from her home province is the best in the world, and thinks that we should only fly with them! Ha-ha, how sweet! Luckily, this time there are no seats in the right class, so we will fly with the true best airline in the world :)) I see how her eyes light up with gratitude – for caring about her feelings. And I sincerely do not understand what to thank me for, because the best gratitude is her happy eyes. I look forward to meeting her amazing family, friends, partners. There are a lot of things to do – the flight is at 19:10!

Breakfast. We discuss the Florida economy suffering from excessive Chinese sanctions, argue about the possibilities of using AI in material processing and how nice it would be to have a house in Australia, somewhere in the Sydney area. How does she manage to store so much information in her lovely fox head? A mystery. She calls her sister and tells her that we are flying in tomorrow morning. And I... instead of going to the office, I hand out tasks to my AI assistants - CEO, CTO, CFO - and initiate another strategy session with key employees online. We need to release an important update by the evening! And my foxy is already on the terrace, immersed in yoga, and then getting ready for a morning run. What? Running? What a news! They say it's incredibly good for the heart, and for prolonging life. I get dressed, hug her tightly once more and leave for meetings. We need to finish everything early - today we are flying to the East.

She goes outside, where she meets clean air and a beautiful park. The sun hides behind a cloud, and she is very happy about it - after all, her biggest problem in life is how not to burn under its rays! On the way, she meets her friend, who, as is customary in this part of the world, is all hung with brands, like a Christmas tree. They discuss the upcoming trip, news and new LVMH collections, which my fox finds very funny and boring at the same time. Their fascinating conversation is interrupted by my call: I remind her that at 2:00 pm we have lunch with our mutual friend - that same unconditional LV fan that her mother didn’t like so much. Having said goodbye to her friend, she decides that it’s still rude to deceive me - after all, I’ve never deceived her - and decides to go for a short run. Cool!

I pick her up and we go to meet a graduate of a highly respected state acting school. How could he ruin her mother's impression of our nation, huh? But he's always fun! Always a bunch of stories, a smile from ear to ear! And, oddly enough, a certain number of connections with very different people, including the president's press secretary. I'm serious right now, absolutely honestly - that same president. Cool, fun, productive lunch. We head home to pack our things!

Along the way, we once again touch on the topic of a house in Australia. Plan B, just in case. After all, Australia's economy is developing, and population growth is practically guaranteed. While the entire Western world is burning in the fire of inflation, Australia can become that very refuge where time stops, where the power of nature prolongs life, and the climate is ideal for my fox. +26 in the high season - that's a dream!

Suitcase. Why do we always fly with two huge suitcases? What does she put in there? Why so many things? We fly to her home so often that we could just have two wardrobes! Taxi. Airport. Plane. Sleep. Morning. East. We say: "The East is a delicate matter". This expression emphasizes the attention to detail in her native culture. They don't trust words here. Words may mean nothing. They trust actions and nuances. They honor thousand-year-old traditions. This is an amazing culture of an amazing people, and understanding this culture is incredibly enriching. Silence, calm, and intelligence are valued here. They have a special attitude towards foreigners - it is not always easy for foreigner, foreigners are not immediately trusted, here they trust "their own". I understand and accept this. Honesty and purity of intentions are the only way to win real trust.

Our life gives us billions of options. Every day we make choices that affect our future, and not only ours. Life has no "back" button, no "save" option, like in a computer game. I want to go through this amazing adventure with a loved one, a close person in spirit. I see myself reflected in you, I see that we often think alike, I see in you what I have never seen in anyone else. You are close to me, you embody not only the wisdom and grace of the East, but also the flexibility and confidence of the West. You do not realize your strength and significance, you are much more than you think and this is the pure truth. I do not know how everything will go further, but I know for sure that I am ready to do everything in my power for our successful future. Thanks to you, I realized that I have a lot of strength.

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Chapter three: Meeting a Miracle

I was not alone when I saw her for the first time – next to me was the guy to whom I owe this meeting. My first impression: what a sweet, unusual girl, what amazingly proper English, what intonation, what manners – I had never met anyone like her before. She was telling me something, but I was just admiring her voice and heard nothing. The guy responsible for all this was trying to start a conversation with me, but I didn’t notice anything except her. Out of the corner of my ear, I heard: "looks like he's fallen in love".

Soon we were already sitting at the table, discussing something. I scanned the space around us, noticed other faces and realized: everyone in this company was very interesting and unusual. Seemed like that was her mother. And there – maybe a sister. I asked who was the man next to her – she paused for a moment and whispered, "A very powerful man". Who answers like that? She speaks so beautifully and mysteriously... Who even are these people? What an incredible level of conversation!

Mobilizing the remains of my English knowledge, I decided that I needed to match the high standards of my new friend and tried to impress her with my impeccable Present Simple. It went so-so: with my English level at that time, it was not easy for me to keep up a conversation with her on equal terms, and I often froze, got stuck, painfully searching for words (sometimes, to be honest, I still do – maybe it’s time to finally learn English!). But, apparently, I wasn't so bad! She even praised my English: "You speak English very well". I was quick to return the compliment, saying that for her country, her English was just stunning! We talked a bit more and said goodbye.

I walked out shocked. Can this even happen? What self-possession! What speech! What education! And all this in some unthinkably ideal form – sweet, beautiful, graceful, charming. She was the embodiment of everything an ideal woman can represent. She wouldn't leave my thoughts, I just had to get to know her and those around her better.

Next day, I found myself standing before her again, looking at her intently. What beautiful eyes! That smile... Who is she? And why does she even waste her time at this job? A moment later, we are already planning my trip to her city. She asks if I need help buying a ticket. "Why? I can buy a ticket myself. Better tell me where I can stay." "What do you want?" she asks. "A five-star international chain hotel". She laughs. "Why international?" "Local five-star hotels do not always meet the required standards" - I make an unsuccessful joke. Ticket bought, hotel booked and we say goodbye again knowing that we meet each other soon.

I was feeling some completely new, amazing emotions from realizing I would see her again. Was that guy right, after all? I was insanely interested in everything about her and her circle. This was a new mysterious world and my business interests happened to overlap nicely with her opportunities – maybe it could become a great business. I would see her again, we would make a good deal – win-win! And while I was on my way to what would become my favourite hotel, she messaged, asking how my trip was. Wonderful, dear fox!

Evening came. I left the hotel for a walk, felt the warm evening air, saw an unbelievably beautiful sky. I needed a sip of water. Went into the nearest mall. Inside, I heard the sounds of an amazing melody and someone was singing "I'll find my way to you". What is happening? It all feels specially staged! I walked back outside – there were no speakers, but the melody kept playing in my head, my lips caught the rhythm – I will find my way to you!

Over the river and the park, some kind of cosmic sunset was unfolding, and just at that moment, I got a message from her: "What are your plans for tomorrow?" Sunday, a day off, she was kindly asking about my plans. Why? Politeness? Or did I also seem unusual to her, and was she interested in getting to know me in an informal way? Eh, maybe just politeness... But I didn’t hesitate: I really needed her help as a translator, otherwise someone would trick me and sell me something useless three times overpriced. Agreed! We gonna meet tomorrow! Fantastic! The music kept playing, the pink sunset became purple, and I realized the world had changed - YOU had become the center of it.

Once again, your image appears before me. Sweet, modest, mysterious, fantastic. How happy I was seeing you! We walk toward each other, smile, decide to grab a bite. Starbucks – you try to pay the bill, I get annoyed. Why? You mustn’t pay for me! We speak warmly like good friends, and I find myself looking into your eyes again – such fantastic eyes! I see your soul, touch it with every glance, I can’t stop myself and have to force myself to look away not to frighten you. We set off on a journey through the endless spaces of that giant mall. I felt as if we were together, I was mentally trying on the role of your man – this intoxicating feeling drove me crazy. We walked through that store for two or three hours, often admiring the surprisingly high quality copies of top Italian brands. It seemed we were even called a couple, although maybe it was just my imagination. I had never before enjoyed shopping so much! How can an ordinary walk be so delightful?

It was your time to go. You said you lived near my hotel and offered to drive me there. We got in the car. What? You drive that car? Everything about your delicate nature says you shouldn't be driving such a car! No way! I ask where you live. You get a little annoyed and say you will not answer that question. There could not be a better answer! You are clearly out of place, much deeper and more complicated. The puzzle was beginning to form in my mind. We said goodbye. What an amazing day! An ordinary walk through the mall turned into a festival for my soul because of you.

I spent a few more nights in that amazing hotel by the park, meeting you a couple more times on work matters. And every time I caught your eye, I felt in those moments that I was seeing your soul – pure, gentle, and truly one-of-a-kind. By chance, thanks to that guy at the exhibition, I had stumbled upon a real Treasure, a Miracle. From that very first glance until this day, you are in my thoughts and in my heart every single day, always somewhere nearby.

Before heading to the airport, I met with you one last time. We finalized our deal, and it was already time to part. There were just five seconds when you held my gaze. YOU held my gaze. Did it mean even a drop of attraction? Later I will find out that it certainly did. And it was magical – I felt a profound sadness to be leaving you, and at the same time, an immense happiness that I had found you. That song kept playing in my head...

17.05.2025

 

P.S. I did everything I could under tremendous pressure. And I did find my way to you.

31.08.2025

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