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My story is that my father died a month before my birth and because of that my mother remarried and after that I became poor, I didn't have a job, I got a job and studied. Completed and said I was looking for it after that. Job I don't even have that, I'm not one of them, so I ask you, after that you can block me, it's your choice, because I'm a forced person, I have money for food. Neither are. I beg you to get me a visa etc. from a small country, then I can come there and work hard to build my future, that I had no one dear in this world, I used to sleep on the floor sometimes. Sometimes in other places my clothes were also dirty.When I see my past, I cry a lot. It comes and I can't do anything. Invite me to Russia or any other country where you belong I am ready to beg you I am poor I do not tell anyone my pains.
