The week spent in Prague flew by. Streets flooded with bright sunshine, friendly smiling faces - I didn’t want to leave, and no one was waiting for me at home. “Stay,” she heard on the last evening, “the place of a singer in a Russian restaurant is free, and you seem to have talent.” A month later, her life turned into hell, from which even her unexpectedly flared up love for a successful Russian businessman did not help her get out.