Extinction in thailand
Although no, I guess what bait was put on the hook, which, in the end, the fisherman himself caught. Varya was not indifferent to jewelry trinkets. In fact, I despise such women: magpies, and more! But Varin’s interest in gold, silver and precious stones did not even surprise me. Queen! How else? I think that Vitusik knew better than I was about Varia’s weakness for gold and precious stones and seduced her with stories about the amazing cheapness of rubies and sapphires in northern Thailand, on the border with Burma. In Burma, in fact, the world’s best deposits of these gems.
The current name of the country, Myanmar, comes from a local word meaning “emerald.” And since in this Burma-Myanmar for almost thirty years there has been a permanent war for a bright and democratic future, a war in which a person’s life is not valued penniless, you won’t find any kind of trinkets there either. One way or another, in late November, Varya gathered with Vitusik in Thailand. On the road they were escorted by the entire male “retinue” of our queen. Someone brought a guide, someone took a ride to the airport, someone bought roomy suitcases, Pavlik several times packed things in these suitcases, and then, at her request, pulled out and collected again. One of “ours” worked as a doctor, so Varya received all the required vaccinations as quickly and almost at home. Vityusik was not greedy, he took tickets to business class, where the seats are comfortable and less frequent than usual, so that Varia could snooze without problems and not notice the eight hours of the upcoming flight.
Pavlik Varia asked to stay in her apartment for two weeks while she was away. He immediately took on increased obligations: to fix something else and replace in the bathroom. I was made responsible for communication. I found the best rate for mobile communication between Israel and Thailand, taught Vitusik and Varia to use Skype. With the help of the Internet, Vitusik and I even finalized their travel route with Varya. It turned out that it was very easy to travel from Thailand to neighboring Cambodia, where one of the wonders of the world, the ancient city of Angkor, was once absorbed in the jungle. Well, and a wonderful final chord of the trip – three days of relaxation for two on one of the small paradise islands in the Indian Ocean for a surprisingly low price, Vitusik and I also issued online.
And both rejoiced at such luck, although I, if you think about it, had no reason to rejoice. Vityusik called me daily, reporting movements from Varya around the country. After several days in Bangkok, they flew north by plane, Thailand is a large and long country. Usually calls from Vitusik arrived in the afternoon. In Thailand, the day was already ending at this time. But that time, a cell phone call woke me at four in the morning. Vityusik called from the border town of Mae Sai. Judging by his voice, he was in a panic. Varya is gone! Some Burmese dragged her across the border into his damned Myanmar! “How did you let her go?” I asked Vitusika. – The Burmese saw her walk here along the golden rows. He came up and began to hang noodles on her ears: he, they say, is the owner of the spears where the rubies are mined, he has several absolutely royal stones, which he agrees to sell to the “white queen” – as he called Varia – very inexpensively. I told Vara that it was dangerous, but in response she only smiled and did her own way. Don’t you know Varia? “But you could go with her.” “I wanted to do it.” I even crossed the border with Varya, which, generally speaking, is forbidden.
And this yellow bastard, as soon as we were on the other side, put Varia behind him on a scooter and was like that. While I was looking for a taxi, they had already disappeared. – Have you tried contacting her? – on another mobile phone, I already dialed Varin’s number. But her phone did not answer. – I tried it! No answer. – You must immediately inform the consulate! – Of course it is. That is exactly what I will do now. Hang up. A few minutes later, the cellphone rang again. Varin number was displayed on the screen. – Varya! Varya! I yelled into the phone. – What happened to you? Where are you? – Hell! – answered the voice of Vitusik. – It turns out she forgot her phone in the car. This is a bummer! I will inform the consulate immediately! He did it or not, I don’t know. If I were in Vitusik’s place, I would have rushed headlong across the border into Myanmar and, with my poor English, would have tried to put the entire police of this country on its feet. True, I do not know if my fuss would have given any results.
In my opinion, Israel and Burma-Myanmar have no diplomatic relations. So all that was left was to hope only for God’s help. The fact that God probably exists, I thought after a few hours. Suddenly, Skype came to life, and I saw Varia on the screen. Glory to the great progress – the Internet was available even in Myanmar, fighting for a bright future. – Varya! What happened to you? I cried, preparing for the worst. But Varya on the screen looked quite pleased. So people captured who require a ransom do not look. – I bought such stones here, just a sight for sore eyes!