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America plus Russia – what a strong combination!

Is that possible?

Does anybody really want it?

I hear YES from both sides! So, four American men, Greg Sharky, Michael Falsick, Quinton Bonnet, and Timothy D’Harsh eager for a fresh start in their lives, find an international bride company, and sign up to discover true love.

Although the grooms’ teenage years are far behind, the sizzling idea to change their destiny takes them back to those days. Now with elevated testosterone levels and blessings of vodka they fly high, missing many red flags during their search for perfect ladies.

The guys don’t always find what they looking for, but it’s guaranteed every situation they fall into is a combination of air gasping suspense with often simultaneous gut-wrenching laughter.

1

On this glorious Sunday morning, bright sunshine pours through the window and splashes across Greg Sharky’s face, nudging him awake. He stretches his tall, lean body under the blanket, relishing the tingle of well-rested muscles. Without opening his eyes, he runs his hands through thick red hair and smiles — this spring he will embark on his bride-fishing trip to Russia.

After more than two decades serving thousands of clients and winning countless cases in the courtroom, attorney Greg Sharky looks forward to leaving behind the bustle of the law office for a few weeks. He’s more than ready to breathe in the crisp air of a waning Russian winter in the springtime of love. What a romantic I am, he thinks. Cool as a cucumber!

Next second Greg opens his eyes, turns toward his nightstand, and picks up the large framed picture of the beautiful young woman he chose to be his bride. “Oh, Karina!” he murmurs, and gives the picture a quick peck. Exhilaration surges through his body.

His heart pounds a little harder as he imagines the future with his ravishing lady, spending day-in and day-out with a woman who looks more like a blockbuster movie star than an innocent girl from southern Russia.

For a few moments, Greg is unable to tear his gaze from the incredibly beautiful olive eyes staring back at him. Her black wavy hair crowns a pale white, silken face. Mischievous and beckoning red lips curl up at the corners. He can’t stop his eyes sliding down the picture and admiring her stunning figure. Venus in real life, he thinks. And she’s all mine. With an expectant smile, Greg returns the photo to the nightstand.

Since he made the decision to search for a European woman through bridal companies, his entire body has vibrated non-stop for weeks with joy and anticipation. “So, good morning, Greg!” he says to himself, and finally gets up. On the way to the bathroom, he scans about ten other girls’ pictures on the dresser and, humming the song I’ve Been Everywhere, Man, he disappears behind the door.

Later, Greg pumps up in his exercise room, approving his reflection in the mirror as he once again begins preparing himself to become a new groom — for the fourth time. He’d gotten pretty good at this preparation stuff, doing his jumping jacks or curling 30 pound dumbbells in each hand.

Finishing his routine, Greg wipes his large forehead with a crisp white towel and winks at his reflection in the mirror. His big blue eyes twinkle back at him. Satisfied, he saunters into the kitchen, pours a mug of coffee, moves to his indoor sunroom, and plops his sweaty body into a big worn armchair.

The telephone’s ring interrupts his thoughts about the upcoming trip. He frowns at the caller ID: Michael Falsick, his closest childhood buddy. Greg picks up the receiver. “Hi Mikey. What’s up? Don’t tell me you changed your mind.”

“Nope, I didn’t,” Michael replies. “But I really hope you’ll rethink your idea about traveling to the southern part of Russia for that girl, hmm . . . what’s her name again?”

“Oh, Mikey, how can you forget? It’s Karina Esaeva!” Greg shouts with joy. “When you see her picture, all of your doubts about her will fizzle. Poof! Just like that! Guaranteed.”

“I’m not doubting her, or you,” Michael says. “I just wish you’d invite her to meet us in Moscow, not southern Russia.”

“It’s not far from Sochi.”

“Oh please! I dug up some info about that region and, man, Greg! Even after all these years with communism gone, little wars are still going on all over there,” Michael continues speedily.

“I’m going after the hard-to-reach places.”