The words herein are written in Russian script, as the author is incapable of reading and writing english.

America. I have been shipped off to America and handed over to a brute. God send he never finds this book, or I may wind up hospitalized for disobedience. In the year and a half since I was sold to these bastards I have endured a great deal, but this one is... indescribably horrible. I fight their 'training' of me. I refuse to be a docile little pet. I am human, not an animal.

Upon delivery, he instructed me that I would be allowed freedom when he is not with me. What a marvelous concept! I can walk about and interact as a free woman, but I am to come when he calls me with the phone I was given. Failure to do so will mean pain and torture for you.

Attempting to escape would mean death for you.

My 'Master's imprisonment would mean your torture, then death.

I love you, Gedeon. I miss you. I hope you are doing well on your own. Twelve is so young to be left with those irresponsible fools that call themselves parents. I worry so for you. If only I could contact you again and tell you these things.

I have been forbidden from contacting anyone outside of this country. Outside of this town even. But, I have a plan. If I can find someone here. Someone I can trust, I can try and see if they would help. Try to get word back to you in Moscow. Perhaps get you someplace where you would be safe. Then I would be free to make my attempts at escape without worry that it will hurt you.

You are my only reason for doing anything these men say. I can endure the violence and humiliation they inflict upon me. I will. I have to. To make sure you stay safe. I love you, little brother. I hope one day to be able to see you again.