My Dear Pantalone
This is my seventh month without you. Time is going very slow. Everyday I wake up and hope that the brutal waiting time is over. But it feels like it goes on forever. I am happy here but I feel sad at the same time.

My health has been fine. That's what I want to believe. The doctors told me that I have some sort of illness? I'm not really bothered to look into the details of it but they told it will be fine if I take a few medications. 

I wrote to your assistant a few days ago and it really seems like you are busy dealing with a case that was given to you by the Tsaritsa herself. I hope it goes well. I am longing to be in your arms. 

With love
Your Y/n.