A story of one death.

I live in a small Ukrainian town. My husband-Armenian had leaved me
when I already was pregnant. I am a yard man. My salary is about $50
per month. My daughter grew up as a very nice girl in spite of our
destitution. When she was sixteen my daughter went on the lake near
the town to be resting together with two girls of the same age.
Suddenly one young man began to demand to form a sexual association
with my daughter. She refused his request. The young man had beated my
daughters head with a stone and killed her. At the same time a killers
friend threatened two other young girls with a pistol. After that
these killers lay down my daughter into a boat and drowned she in the
middle of the lake. Both a diver which took up my daughter and a
correspondent of one television canal were sure that there was a
murder here, but the message on TV set canal was my daughter had
drowned. In a morgue my daughter had been painted to hide signs of the
murder. Police qualified this murder as an accident. The cause of such
the incredible events was the killer is a son of high rank bureaucrat.
Two young girls said me the details of the murder confidentially, but
refused to confirm it openly. All the circumstances are well known in
police, but they said me go away when I asked them to institute
proceedings against the killer. I have no any sense in my life now,
but I want to pay attention of people with the help of national
newspapers. I saw by cinema that in some countries correspondents pay
money per information. There is an opposite situation here. I must pay
some thousands dollars to a newspaper to publish my story. Help me
please with any money. My number in the E-Gold web payment system:
1172288
Nadia.

 

Мои
соболезнования,
селянин.

9000
George

 

In answer to the coming asked question; the above is in Russian, (in
Agent they're displayed as amersands and the number sign followed by a
numeric value) and translates in babelfish as:

"My condolences, the peasant"

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"Black shirted boys in the badlands
play machine-gun rodeo;
the downtown mission's packed too tight,
with folks that got nowhere to go."

--- David Baerwald, "River's Gonna Rise", 1986