My Poisonings in Russia and the US of A (Part 2)
Svetlana never returned to the states. Our son after much arguing with his mother at the age of 14 gloriously and to my mind for alone on a 747 and flew from Moscow to NYC JFK airport. And I, his father, reputation ruined by false gangstalking friends, them likely in the employ of a variety of national intelligence services (and named in earlier blog posts), was there, on time to meet my glorious son at the gate. I was overjoyed to see my son after a 14 month absence. We went on in Victor NY and later in Denver CO as single father and lone son for 2 years. I was never happier to make up for lost time and to tell my son that my departure and divorce in Russia were both shams. And I had earned enough money in Russia to be what my father could never be now for those 2 years and 4 more now back in Russia, a stay at home dad to teach my son that which my father neglected and I had learned at great cost. I was never happier to demonstrate that father'...