Originally Posted by Yamaneko
Her name was Anna. We first met in Yalta while I was on business. We were both married at the time, but that did not stop us. Our love affair continued until she was called back home by her husband. Many months passed and I tried to forget her. This was not the case, however, and I was soon compelled to visit her. I met her at the theater one night. She was taken back and asked me what I was doing there. I told her that I was thinking about her those long months apart and that I wanted to be with her. She refused to accept it in the precense of her husband. Eventually we started meeting in secret. She would travel to Moscow and I would travel to her. This routine continued for many months. I cannot really recall what has happened since, but last I remember I was in her arms while I fell asleep upon her bosom.