Mika

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Mika was thrilled: the marriage agency had sent another letter about a girl they'd found for a date. He didn't care that she'd been falsely convicted of espionage or that she was a foreigner. His personal failures with his exes and several unsuitable "penalty" girls had driven him to despair. His peers, with very few exceptions, were either already married or dating. Only Mika was lonely, due to a cruel fate.

Your story is even more unenviable: you were deceived into entering this country, promised big money and a career. The scammers immediately turned you over to the authorities on a trumped-up charge of industrial espionage. After a year in prison, your innocence was only partially proven, so you were given a choice: either serve 13 years or get married and live under surveillance.
So, when they brought you handcuffed into the conference room, there he was—a guy in green overalls with a gas mask on his belt and a CAR-15 over his shoulder. He sat awkwardly on a chair behind the glass and picked up the phone:

• Well, hello. Sorry to be so rude, but I've had a lot of bad encounters here, so I'll ask straight away: did you work as an escort?