This story happened to me two years ago, when I was still a student and studied economics, not knowing why or why. Then I just burned my time, which, as I later became convinced, very little was given to us. I remember very well that summer of 2010, when I met this wonderful creature from the “Land of the Rising Sun” named Natsumi. I have always loved Japan, its culture, girls. Not many girls like Asian girls, if they are not models, but I always liked their attractive faces. Natsumi had a sweet face — one that is rarely seen in Western-style girls. Some kind of childish and naive. I met her quite by chance in Moscow one day, in the spring of 2010

I met her near the most famous street of Moscow - the Arbat, which is not surprising, because Arbat attracts the attention of every second foreigner visited by the capital of Russia. I was walking in the direction of the Smolenskaya metro station, when I saw a small girl of Asian appearance, talking to Russian women, holding a map in her hands. I immediately realized that she was Japanese. I have never had any problems distinguishing Japanese from Koreans and Chinese. I was well acquainted with the culture of Japan, watched their films, TV shows, and eventually learned to distinguish their eyes from the eyes of other Mongoloids. Women could not help her, and then I thought about helping the girl. True, at first I thought that she would be frightened by a big Russian guy and run away. I hesitated, and she turned to someone else. At that moment I began to ask God so that he could not help her and God heard me. I got a second chance. The girl continued to stand with the map in her hands, looking around and trying to spot someone who would help her. This time I approached her and asked:

- Can I help you? (Can I help you with something?) My English was always good, so I immediately began to speak it. Although not to say that he was clear to everyone. Well, here you can not please everyone, I'm not a professional.

- I need Arbat. (I need an Arba) - she answered in a thin voice with an accent. At that moment I looked at her and, you can say, immediately fell in love with her lovely face, with her little birthmark on her right cheek and small eyes.

- The Arbat is on other side ... (Arbat on the other side ...) - I said, pointing to Smolensky Boulevard. Then I thought that I had to say how to cross it and get to my cherished goal. I began to remember the words I know.

- Go over there and downstairs (Go there and go down the transition there) - I began, - then ... (then ...) - I thought and scratched my nose. All the words flew out of my head, and I simply did not know how to explain further, but I still tried.

- Then, cross the road and go straight ahead ... (Cross the road and go straight ...) - I added.

At that moment I realized that utter nonsense had said that this would not help her find Arbat. She, of course, will say "thank you" and will go on to look for a normal adequate assistant. I looked into her uncomprehending face, and I was ashamed that I could not help her. At that moment I remembered the only sure way to help her.

- I can show you. Follow me. (I will show, go behind me) - I said quickly and saw from her side an affirmative nod and the smile that appeared on her face.

- Thank you. (Thank you) - she answered.

While we were walking, it was necessary to take some time, and I asked where she came from, although I already knew.

- I "m from Japan. (I am from Japan) - she answered.

- Oh ... Which city? - (And from which city?) - I asked, using the words that I know.

- Kyoto. (Kyoto)

- Oh ... Is Kyoto former capital of Japan? (Kyoto is the former capital of Japan, isn't it?) - Of course, I knew that this was so. I wanted to show off knowledge.

- Yeah. Where do you know from? (Yes, how do you know?), She asked in surprise.

- I know Japanese history ... a little (I know the history of Japan ... a little) - he answered, smiling. I managed to ensure that she did not think that I was a moron. Already not bad.

“What" s your name? (What is your name?) I asked.

- Natsumi (Natsumi)

- Beautiful name. I "m Roman.(Beautiful name. My name is Roma) - I answered, trying to seem nice.

- Did you here as a tourist? (Did you come as a tourist?) I asked.

- Yeah ... (yes).

- And why do you want to see Arbat? (Why do you want to look at the Arbat?)

- Iknow ... Arbat is ... one of the most famous places in Moscow ... (Well, I know that Arbat is the bottom of the most famous places in Moscow ...)

We have almost reached the Arbat, but did not want to part with it. When will have a chance to talk with a beautiful Japanese girl. You just had to offer her your company, and she would agree. It was obvious.

- Can I ... walk with you? (Can I take a walk with you?) I asked, not being sure what I said correctly. I wanted to say “Can I make you a company?”, But forgot how.

- Oh ... of course (of course). On her face it was written that he really did not mind. It was necessary only not to disappoint her.

All the time until that moment I could not take my eyes off her face, so much it beckoned me. Just now I decided to look at her body. She was not tall, somewhere 160 centimeters and thin physique, like most Japanese women. She was wearing a white sundress to the knees, and on top of it was a light denim vest. On her feet were light white shoes, on which she just floated. Natsumi was a brunette, like most Japanese women. Her hair was medium length - up to her shoulders and smelled gently. She had a small chest - something between the second and third size. It was difficult to determine, but I did not try. With every second I fell in love with this girl more and more, and with every second I was more painful because I most likely would never see her again.

We walked along the Arbat for an hour and a half. I, as I could, tried to tell her in broken English about Moscow and its inhabitants. I hoped that at least half of my words did not pass by her ears, as unnecessary information. After Arbat, I suggested she visit the Kremlin. Natsumi agreed, to which I was just overjoyed. My dream came true on the eyes, I was walking with a real Japanese woman who was just beautiful. When the day came to an end, I asked what hotel she lived in to spend it. She allowed it again - I almost burst into tears at the happiness that had fallen on me.

- How long are you gonna stay here? (How long will you stay here?) I asked.

“I have to come back tomorrow,” she answered. Hearing this, I simply lost the power of speech. It was terrible. I looked at Natsumi as something I don’t want to lose, but I couldn’t do anything. This moment made me want to grab her and marry me right now. Her little lips started beckoning mine, but I realized that you can’t kiss a stranger foreigner right now. All I had to do was stand in sadness like a statue.

- Will you give me your e-mail please? (Give me your mail, please) - she asked.

“Thank you, God,” I said quietly, having experienced tremendous relief.

- what? (What?), She asked.

- Surely ... (Of course) - I said.

For the next six months, we corresponded by mail and communicated via Skype. I was glad to such communication. We told each other about our lives and exchanged photos. Each photo woke me a beast, I was ready to drag her to my home through the monitor screen. But one day I really believed ...