All inclusive. Fraudsters who want love

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

Good afternoon, with you again today I am the writer Iren Mut.
Let's talk about scammers today.
No, not about those hooligan scammers who are on guard in the alley with a knife, and not about those scammer robbers who break into houses, we will talk about scammers on the Internet.
For many years in a row I have been attacked by scammers who work like a blueprint.
Well, here is an approximate portrait of such a swindler: “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 in the capacity of (doctor, general and etc.) in the war zone (Syria, Iraq, and recently even Ukraine), here you can also select the desired country from the list. However, the information does not vary further. He is necessarily a widower, his child is in a private school or boarding school, a child , mostly a boy, but once there was a girl, aged 12-14. The very age when a child needs a mother. And now, this unfortunate widower, struck by my beauty on the spot (hee hee) immediately, without leaving the cash register, offers me to become honest woman who will marry him and become the mother of his child... Well, what woman's heart does not tremble after reading this? I say right away, 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 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 face, but this does not frighten the widower, he is completely 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.
And the essence is this: a swindler (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, that is, me, 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 lost my faith in free 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 small, greedy hands?
And here 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, keeps 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! something like three hundred thousand rubles.
Understanding what the conversation is leading to, 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)? "
Fortunately, the Internet is such a convenient thing! With a wave of your finger, you can interrupt the conversation ... forever!
True, unaccounted for side effects may remain. In this case, we are talking about a letter from representatives of courier mail. I don't know if it was really the postal workers demanding to pay the postage, or scammers - it doesn't matter. I didn't give my address to anyone and didn't sign anything, so with a light heart I sent the letter to, well, the same place where I send all unwanted letters. In the trash. Into the trash bin that lives on my desktop, so that again, in a month or two, to enter into a conversation with a man whose letterWow, it ends up in the trash. You ask, why do you need this, Iren Mut? Well, firstly, I am a polite person, if they write to me, then I must answer, secondly, I love new acquaintances, among my acquaintances on the Internet I have not only men, but also women, and thirdly ... Well, Thirdly? And all. I don't answer those emails anymore. Tired, no time, boring. When I see a letter from a man in uniform, with a brutal, hardened, supposedly military winds, face, I immediately send everything back to the same place, into the furnace!
However, several times men who are far from the army wrote to me. I do not remember the profession, there were many of them. I remember one case, a man very sincerely confessed his love, and I can already distinguish the style of writing from a fake ... Sometimes! So, he writes to me and writes, my heart melts and melts! Until the message came that he was going to send me a package. Everything, immediately my mood fell below the plinth! Still hoping and believing, I timidly ask you not to send me a package. The man sends a photo that clearly shows the contents of the package. I don’t remember exactly now, but there were some bags, three or four in number, a laptop with an apple on the lid, several phones and something else. Everything is just as timid, I hint to the man that I don’t need all this! My apartment is small and all this rubbish from the bags will just interfere with me, but the man ignores my timid objections and, puffing out his chest, says that for his beloved, that is, for me, he does not feel sorry for anything! At this point, I realize that again I wasted time on correspondence. The man carried nonsense about courier mail. However, this time I was smarter. I did not immediately delete the correspondence and began to put pressure on love and pity. By persuasion, flattery and other female gadgets, I found out that the man is not Canadian at all, he lives in Syria. A hot Syrian young man made money in this way by fooling European ladies. There was some kind of tearful story about a mother who is right now, right at the moment, lying on a mattress, looking at her beloved son and not seeing. Of course, such a text is no longer a subject for jokes. I didn't joke. The Syrian was waiting. I realized that I could send the letter to the trash right now, but I decided to educate the boy a little. To my ay-yai-yai, he answered repentantly lowering his head. At the end of the conversation, he promised not to play with women's hearts anymore, and in return asked to be allowed to sometimes write to me, supposedly he sincerely loved me! However, my finger was smarter than me, the letter flew into the trash. Next came a letter from representatives of the courier mail. "Ah, dear boy from Syria, you promised me to quit with such tricks," I thought and smiled.
Well, sending this letter to the trash was already a painless process!
Or there was another such story ... However, there were two stories, but both according to the same scenario, and there were two scammers. It was... However, if possible, I will combine these two stories into one story. So, men, one was from China, the other from Singapore, but I will combine them into one person. The man writes: "The light of my soul, my angel, today I'm flying to Beijing on business, but upon my return I will immediately fly to you, to your sea city! Will you introduce me to your parents? After all, I will fly with a marriage proposal!" Can you feel it? Here's the bastard, hitting the sick!
I answer something like, wait and see!
Around nine o'clock, the groom does not get in touch, pretends to be in flight, then writes that he is going to the hotel, and ... He falls silent. He doesn’t write for six hours, so that later with a tear he can tell me about the disasters that visited him (lost his card, robbed, an unscrupulous partner blocked the account) and all this with an anguish and a hint that it’s time for me to open my wallet. I turn on the fool and try to find ways to help with him (write to friends, write to relatives, contact the consulate) and then it suddenly turns out that he is an orphan in life, without friends, without relatives, etc.
Well, the poor, orphan man has no one! The man appeals to my Russian, broad soul: “Honey, if you don’t help me, I’ll spend the night on the street today! But if you lend a helping hand to me, then upon my return I’ll give everything, and even with interest! Darling, a surprise awaits you I'm very rich!"
I come up with a new way to help, I advise him to go to a Buddhist temple, they will give shelter and food there. In short, all my attempts to help are rejected, they want one thing from me - money. I am interested in where the man is now, he replies that he walks around Beijing all day and all night. Sleeps on the street. And here comes my finest hour, I know Chinese laws well and gently blame the man for being disingenuous! In China, everything is visible up and down and no one would allow a man to spend the night on the street. The fianc; caught in a lie throws out a bunch of hurtful words on my head. I learn a lot about myself. Two days pass, remembering the sufferer, I ask in a message what is the matter with him and where is he? I receive in response, full of hope for my help, a message that he still roams the streets of Beijing day and night! The final. The letter flies into the trash.

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

To some extentand all these interactions on the Internet with scammers were a fun affair. It has already turned into some kind of sport, I was happy to bring scammers to clean water and never paid. However... Gradually, I began to realize that I stopped believing in people. Starting a correspondence with a person, I began to wait for a catch and think about how this person will try to deceive me at the end of the correspondence?
If you go back to the beginning of my story and re-read the epigraph, you will understand that this is about me too! The stick was double-edged!
Suspicion became like paranoia. Luckily, by figuring out these dark, suspicious thoughts, I was able to force myself to regain my faith in people.
Are you still interested? Are you with me? Then I continue.
Time goes by, scammers improve.
Here is a very recent case!
I like Korean dramas, and I especially like the drama "Dokkebi" or, if in Russian, simply "Goblin". All the actors play there brilliantly, both men and women, but the performance of the two main actors, actor Gong Yoo and actor Lee Dong Wook, is especially impressive.
I am happy to follow the new roles of these actors on Instagram, look at the photos. And so, a week ago, a man who called himself Lee Dong Wook wrote to me. The scheme was about the same as that of other scammers. "Dear lady," he wrote, "I understand that your heart flutters and stops, but I am writing to you, the world famous actor Lee Dong Wook." There was a lot more text seasoned with megalomania and some narcissism. And then everything went on knurled. "I love you, I will buy you, I will bring you to people!"
True, all this with an eye to your acting agency. An oath was taken from me that I would not tell the Russian fans of his work the secrets that he would reveal to me in a love conversation.
The man asked for my photos. I was surprised, but sent. I hinted to him several times that all the photos he received were publicly available on Instagram, but he kept asking and asking. I already decided that I was mistaken and in front of me was an ordinary person. However, after a few days it became clear that the man was working according to a verified scenario. He kept asking and asking for a photo, and then suddenly, so, in passing, demanded that I give the password from Instagram. To my reasonable question: "Why?" he suffered a blizzard about the fact that he loves me to a frenzy and wants to control where I am, with whom I am and, in general, Shakespearean passions leaped up in him! If he sees a man next to me, he will kill! He will kill everyone - me, himself, a man! Well, in general, you understand!
My brain began to delve into the depths, trying to bring to light God's password from Instagram, and my finger turned out to be smarter again. The finger just closed the correspondence for now, giving me the opportunity to stop and think. Damn, I have never met such a scam and almost got caught!
I got on the Internet. It seems that there were no such precedents, no one bred anyone in this way on Instagram. There were many articles that men really sometimes control their ladies in this way, but there seemed to be nothing criminal. I began to think. And I came to the conclusion that there is a first time for everything.
One can imagine such a picture. A man who has access to my social networks can do anything with my subscribers. Get their data on my behalf, ask for financial assistance, but you never know what can be done?
I scolded myself that my suspicion was unnatural, and there was nothing like that in the request of a man in love, however ... However, I still said that I didn’t remember the password (which was the absolute truth), in response to this, the mister actor was offended and said that I I do not trust him, and therefore his feelings are in vain, his love, his great love was rejected! All this was written with tears and pathos! Honestly, if I wanted to, then of course I could find an opportunity to remember or restore, at worst, the password, but I ... I didn’t want to! The more the imaginary master Lee Dong Wook pushed me, the more I resisted. Well, how do you think it ended? Right, unfortunately I was right. Having come to the conclusion that he would not receive the password, the imaginary actor lowered the intensity of passions, and then stopped writing altogether. There was no need to even send correspondence to the firebox.

My story is moving towards the end.
However, no, I forgot to tell the last case. How is it me?
After all, this story ended today.
After all, I began my story about scammers on the Internet who make money by promising a woman a huge, unearthly, magical love, precisely in order to stop thinking and being offended by a person who again could not deceive me. It's a shame, but I really wanted to be deceived at last! (kidding)
The Telegram network... I always thought it was a Russian network, but three days ago a Korean man wrote to me, another pseudo-actor from the Goblin drama. He called himself Gong Yoo. I was so surprised that I was confused! I even wanted to ask Mr. Gong Yoo, do you have a family contract for seducing female fans? I know that these two actors Lee Dong Wook and Gong Yoo are friends, but then I realized that my question was stupid. It is the actors who know each other, and the swindlerszhazshie actors are unlikely to be friends. But back to Telegram.
Before this incident, fiery messages flew from anywhere - Facebook, VKontakte, Instagram, etc., but this happened for the first time in Telegram. Even the words are the same. When a man asks if I'm married, and I answer that I'm divorced, the text follows: "Sorry about that!"
Could someone explain to me why they write like that? Why do they react like that, and why should I excuse them, one by one and all together!
Strange, right? But perhaps this is some kind of English turn of speech, the roots of which are not available to me.
Probably, these men think that I am grieving, and they apologize in advance and console me. So what? And if I don't grieve, then what? Let's rejoice together? In general, nothing is clear.
Only one thing is clear, to the phrase "I'm divorced" they, like ass parrots, respond in the standard "Sorry about that!"
The imaginary actor Gong Yoo reacted the same way.
And, well, here's another, after the first phrases with which the correspondence began, the pseudo-actor blurted out: "I love you!"
I was so sick of these men not following the rules of the Internet love game that I started to grumble and lecture. The text was something like this: “A man, before declaring his love, you need to make friends for a week, or better for a year! You can be friends at home, let your mom and dad go to visit my mom and dad. , buy and wear paired clothes, T-shirts, socks, underpants. Oh, no, I got excited with underpants! What else can and should be done? And, here, every ten minutes, call the phone and ask: "What are you doing?", and when it turns out 100 days from the first meeting, to celebrate this event widely and on a grand scale! Here, let's make friends like this for a year or two, and then you can talk about love!"
The man accepted the text about friendship favorably, but continued to talk about love. However, I didn’t read anything new in his messages, so we won’t repeat the words of love here.
Well, we were friends for three days, now I'll count on my fingers, yes, three days, today was the last day.
The man conjured to love him just as a man, and not as an actor Gong Yoo, begged to love him not for his millions earned by hard acting work, but just like that! He said that there are billions of fans around the world, but he chose me (a hint that I should swell with pride like a balloon), asked me not to tell the fans that he was writing to me. What are my plans for the day? Well, just a nyasha, not a man!
A week ago, I had a love affair with Lee Dong Wook (om) - a colleague of Gong Yoo, so I got a little tired, and I responded to the courtship of this telegram man a little mechanically, and with fatigue. Maybe if he came up with something new , I would start up, otherwise, according to the old scheme ... Although, of course, care, albeit fake, is pleasant! Well, something new happened today. The man offered to talk via video link! Why are you so calm about this news? In fact, the agencies of Korean actors are vigilant and do not allow photos and videos to be sent to fans, let alone video chat! Because photos and videos of actors are real money, business! Well, okay, this is a no brainer, what am I explaining to you? A year ago, some stupid men also tried to convince me that they were actors, but were cut off by the fact that I told me to call me via video link. Then, I remember, the text was used that the agency did not allow them to talk via video link with the fans.
Therefore, you must understand my surprise when a scammer posing as an actor asked for a video call himself. I even shook my head, pinched myself, and threw off my fatigue! I think, boys and girls, there's something new, oops!
Really ... Is it possible that a real actor is corresponding with me, but I’m ... I’m a Russian sucker, I didn’t even wind my hair on curlers and didn’t pull on a T-shirt with his image! I wanted to at least tint my lips, and then I think, and so it will do! The more natural, the better! Russian women, they are, wow, the most beautiful women in the world! In general, I was dumbfounded. At that moment, when he wrote this to me, I was frying pancakes, I just turned red, the tip of my nose was in flour, well, why not a beauty? I write: "Monsieur, or whatever they call him, in short, mister actor, wait, I'll go wash myself, otherwise my face is shiny after frying pancakes!"
I’m running to the bathroom, but I don’t believe in my own happiness! How is it, he, Gong Yoo, the star of the Korean wave, will call me via video link, a simple woman, her husband is a bat, shot by enemies! Oh, I stole a phrase from some movie. And my husband didn’t beat me, rather I beat him, but oh well, the actor doesn’t need to know this! In short, I washed my face, I ran to the phone, and then there was a video call! What, your heart skipped a beat? Okay, you can take a breath! It was just another type of scam. Probably, in order to convince me that I was talking to an actor incarnate, the camera of the phone was brought to the TV screen, where Mr. actor just appeared in some interview. Damn, I'd better bake pancakes further! Video sessionlasted about twenty seconds, I scolded the one who wrote to me that I didn’t have time to see anything properly. To convince me of the reality of what was happening, the video link resumed, but at the other end of the screen there was unfortunately the same picture, there was an image of the actor stretched in all directions , he said something silently and smiled into space with stretched lips. I felt embarrassed! So fuck up the handsome face of a Korean actor! How dirty they play! Video bloggers home spill, damn it! Here I finally started up, got angry and called my opponent a scammer. However, the man was not offended, he sent me a photo of the contract from his agency. Like, do you want to be friends with me further? Join my fan club, but first sign a non-disclosure agreement and pay a membership fee! Well, you understand where I sent him along with his agency, contributions and those who showed me such an untalented video picture of my favorite actor on the screen! Phew, that's it, I hope no one will write to me tomorrow. Yes, okay, I myself can wish myself good morning, ask myself what plans and what I will eat! And to you, my patient readers, I wish you a good evening, morning or afternoon. Iren Mut was with you.