Welcome to R-slash Pro Revenge, where a spoiled millionaire gets her life ruined.

This all took place five years ago in the beginning.

I've lived my whole life in Russia, except for the four and a half years I lived in the

eastern part of the United States, where I went to college for a degree in engineering

after completing my one year of national service.

There are lots of good schools here, but I originally had the intention of moving to America permanently.

I have relatives who live in North America, so I was invited to stay with them during this time.

It turned out I didn't really stay with any of them.

Because I'm tall and good at sports, I also did high jump in basketball while in school.

I was never that good, but adequate enough to make the team to such a degree that I was retroactively

given a small athletic subsidy while already enrolled. It made my tuition slightly cheaper,

which for an international student was a concern. Even if my parents were high status regarding

money. While enrolled in college, I met my soon-to-be-girlfriend, Natalia, a girl originally from

Connecticut and from a very wealthy family. Her major was fine arts, and we met in an English class

and began dating. Natalia was a little more than two years ahead of me in her studies age-wise,

but we became a series enough couple to where I took an apartment outside of campus and she

moved in with me. Her parents' house wasn't far from campus, but she chose to stay in my apartment

mostly because I don't think she wanted to bring me to her house too often. Maybe her parents

didn't approve of me, or maybe she didn't approve of me enough to show me to her parents very much.

We had a good relationship, or at least I thought it was good. She never complained and always

liked to show off that we're a couple. She was the first person I knew in my circles who owned

a selfie stick, and she would take it with us, and everything was a photo opportunity. I didn't have

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