"CSAR" Nickolai

This is a message to this guy Nickolai. I met him at Coaches Bar in Indianapolis, IN. He was regal and free and spent one sweet night with me. It was only later that I thought he was more than an IUPUI business major and hockey player. He did have a #2 he kept in the outer room. I did spend the whole night entwined in his arms. I woke up with Snow Patrol's, "Chasing Cars," in my head and sang a bit of it to him. He was so warm and loving. When I glanced toward his closet the next day I saw that his "servant" would use a perfect shirt separator to place his about ten white, clean, pressed shirts in the closet. His chain is royal, in ability and monetarily. There is another who claims to be him. He is not as abilitied. Indinapolis Nickolai has a perfect midwestern accent and is Russian, but not Jew. He is heinously rich, but lives modestly. He has the ability to appear as actually as ANYBODY, but not me. He saw only in X-ray until now, but not when he looked at me. I believe that this vampire was technically a virgin in this scene. Everything was just so lovely. He can help me get to a weight, shape, and face that is the reality of me without all the witchcraft on tv. We wait until it is safe to see each other, actually. I did see him in the Mall of America one day and led him away to get back to Indy safely. I see him coming through rich cars. He has a bizarre ability to be everything that mega rich can be. He is guiding the true legends my way so that they can be judged for their hearts, souls, and ability to aid without a backstabbing return. Let's volley Nickolai. You were there when no one else would be. When we meet again you can buy me the breakfast you so wanted to give without awkward vampiric disorder. I follow orders to infinity. You now live.