Jet, I still in Moscow airport, here wi-fi cafe. I have strong stress, me was detained at customs. I am cry and heart is ill, I worried and I feel easy pain in breast, likely it is a tachycardia. But in my soul is worse doubly, now you are disappointed and are angry because in vain waited. I am gave you hope and me it is madly a shame now to cause you this pain. Today I have come to airport, later stood in a queue on registration. Likely then I was the happiest girl in the world, I smiled broadly and went forward. When I have given my documents to the worker of customs, he have asked - whether I with myself carry any forbidden things, drugs or any values? I have answered that at me with myself only clothes, an old medallion and more nothing was not present. And here this officer has suggested me to pass for him in a room of careful examination. I have started to be indignant and speak that it is impossible, my flight will already soon begin also I cannot go anywhere.... It is error!!! I asked to stop all this absurdity and then one more officer has approached and I should be followed them. This medallion which was given by father, this thing has any historical value, he is covered by gold and is similar to a work of art of 18 centuries, and such things it is necessary to have the separate document and it is necessary to register, because it is a historical value, and is simple so it to take out in other the country it is impossible! I did not know it, and this act has been regarded as contraband. I was in a room of interrogation 1.5 hours, for this time I have had time to write to you sms. Then from me have taken away phone, I fought in a hysterics, I cried, I begged to release me, all time repeated that it is an idiotic error.... I blamed myself because has broken our plans. It proceeded still some time, I had to write explanatory, and to pay the penalty at a rate of 70 thousand roubles, for attempt of transportation of contraband and only then me have released. I had to pay pledge by your cash if I have not paid then me could transfer in police to long time. Therefore I had to pay and now I not have cash and without it I cannot leave the country. Now I try to call in tour agency somehow to change a situation and to return the air ticket or to change my flight. At me a panic, I do not know what to make if not to turn out to change flight. I in confusion, seem to me I can lose consciousness, my hands shiver, and fingers nervously to knock on the keyboard. My a make-up to slip down on cheeks, people look at me as on the leprous. Most of all I am afraid of your reaction, you shout at me in anger? I am sorry, I know that now you are ready to kill me?! Sorry, please forgive me! My dear, I do not surrender. I wish to keep my tears, I do not want that you saw me weak. Sorry, I try to constrain my emotions, but it is difficult to me to make it. Jet, my heart is torn from a breast, I feel that have betrayed you. Please forgive me.