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Svetlana de Rohan-Levashova. Revelation

Svetlana did not wish to live with the uncertainty and went to France without
having a document which permitted her to come back to the USA. She was enormously
upset about all this and was afraid that they would never let us meet again. On her
arrival in France, Svetlana went to the American embassy in Paris to get a visa. In the
beginning everything was all right and she even paid for a multi-visa for three years.
Regrettably, her joy did not last for long. When she came to the window to fetch it, she
was told that they could not give her a visa, because her status depended on my work
status and therefore she was not entitled to one.

At once we remembered the Soviet times: people came across serious bureaucratic
obstacles there when they decided to move to another place. In order to get registered
in another place of dwelling a person had to present the authorities with a certificate
from the place of his work, but in order to get fixed up in a job, he should present a
certificate from the place of dwelling! Similar bureaucratic games were played there:
American immigration authorities denied Svetlana new permission to enter the country,
because my status was cancelled (about which they informed her in writing) and the
American embassy in Paris refused to issue a visa, because whatever status I had she
had too.
Three long years of phone talks began. Of course, before that we also often
communicated by phone, when she attended to her designer business, first in Beverly
Hills in California, then in Paris and in our Château, but, nevertheless, we saw each
other very often, especially when Svetlana began her designer activity in Los Angeles.

From the autumn of 2003 we had only phone communication. Svetlana was afraid
that we could never meet again. We both perfectly understood that they tried to separate
us but despite living apart, we became closer to each other with every passing day and
continued to work together against social parasites. We met after three long years, when
I got a new passport at last and was coming back to Russia. Thanks to the help of our
friends, Svetlana got the Russian visa quickly and I booked a ticket on the San
Francisco-Moscow flight with the change in Paris for me and for Svetlana the Paris-
Moscow one, so that she had her seat next to mine. When I arrived in Paris and headed
from the gate where the airplane from San Francisco came in, to the Moscow departure
gate, I saw an anxious Svetlana. On seeing me from far away, she stopped for an instant
and then stretched out her hands like a little girl and ran toward me…
On Monday morning, November 15, it turned out that to get a visa urgently I
needed a death certificate. I called Frederic and asked her to get it. She informed me
that according to French law, a death certificate could be issued only after Svetlana’s
autopsy, which was scheduled for Tuesday, November 16. I informed my friends who
were helping me with the visa about that and they said that I should at least send a
telegram. I called Frederic again and she went to a post-office. She was told there that
they could not even send a notarized telegram about a death without a death certificate.
In short, the telegram was sent only in the latter half of Monday: Frederic sent it on her
own behalf saying that Svetlana was dead. Nevertheless, the French embassy agreed to
issue a visa for me and my friend Alexander Fadeev who volunteered to go to support
me in such a hard time and I am grateful to him for that. The problem with visas was
solved, although we could only get them on Tuesday, November 16. Alexander went
to the embassy and finally fetched our six month multi-visas.

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