Fraudsters who want love

 "Card or cash? Who will pay? Both of you will pay dearly!"
 Quote from Drama Goblin

 Good afternoon, with you again today I am the writer Iren Mut.
 Let's talk about scammers today.
 No, not about those scammers who stand guard in the alley with a knife, and not about those scammers who break into houses, we will talk about scammers on the Internet.
 For many years I was attacked by scammers working like a carbon copy. Well, here is an approximate portrait: "I am such and such, an American, an Englishman, a German (underline as appropriate), my name is John, Karl, William (underline as appropriate), I am now  as a (doctor, general, etc.) in a war zone (Syria, Iraq, and recently even Ukraine has appeared), you can also select the desired country from the list. However, the information does not change further. He is necessarily a widower, his child is in  private school or boarding school, a child, mostly a boy, but once there was a girl, 12-14 years old.The very age when a child needs a mother.And now, this unfortunate widower, struck by my beauty on the spot (hee hee) immediately  from the cash register, invites me to become an honest woman who will marry him and become the mother of his child. Well, what woman's heart does not tremble after reading this? Immediately I say, mine! My heart does not tremble, but continues to beat evenly when I read this  .Firstly, and I know it oh for sure, such love flares up only on the hot pages of the Internet, it doesn’t happen like that in life.  However ... Well, maybe someone did, but not me.
 We move on.  A widower who longs for family happiness writes huge letters, I answer in monosyllables, two or three words or a smiley, but this does not frighten the widower, he is all in the grip of anticipation.  Still, stupid Russian, middle-aged fool, almost already in his pocket.  You just need to... push!
I read, I answer, before the correspondence could last for months, now there is no time for scammers, at most they write for a week, or even two days later they get to the point.
 The bottom line is this: a scammer (general, doctor), well, the one who fell out of the list, on the roads of war, captured free gold (ingots, jewelry, etc.)
 Well, I would be happy with the acquisition, but no, it is necessary that the new beloved find out about it!
 Well, something like this scheme, a newly-born fiance, who got a chance to become a rich man, cannot supposedly use the find, and that's what I need.  The man asks for permission to send me the untold riches captured (found) on the battlefield.  Like this: "Darling, I trust you with the most sacred, gold stolen from the natives! Save this gold for us, and for your future adopted son! The war will end and we will live!"  Well, whose heart and imagination does not waver here?  Especially if this heart is greedy? Damn, but mine does not tremble again!  It's a shame!  I've lost my faith in free-spirited happiness!  My imagination does not work in this direction.  And all why?  Yes... Because! Because free cheese is only in a mousetrap.  Folk wisdom never lies.
 I naively ask in a reply letter how the gold will get into my little greedy hands?
 And then the options begin: they will send me a treasure taken from the natives by courier mail, or, option two, I will receive an official, legal letter from this widower via the Internet.  Well, everything seems to be in order, you say, but, no. That the first option, that the second one stores pitfalls.  If I agree to receive the parcel by courier mail, then I will have to pay the postage out of my own pocket ("Honey, you understand, I have no money now, you pay, and then, when the parcel arrives, use all the money in the parcel, do not be shy! Leave  small things for our future family life, but, by the way, don’t, spend it all! I’m rich enough, for me this money is a mere trifle! ”, If I agree to receive a donation, then there will also need to pay a not frail amount on the Internet.
 Understanding what the conversation is going on, I crumple, pretend to think, play for time.  (I'm kidding!)
 Finally, I inform the widower that I agree to courier mail, but I will not pay anything.  God, what's going on here!  Persuasion, exhortation, tears, snot: “You don’t love me, but my boy already knows about you and is waiting for his new mother to cook porridge for him for breakfast (or what American, German or English sons of widowed generals eat there)?”