I had to add a new category, called “Sex and Spy Scandals”, to accommodate this story from RusVesna, but hopefully, there will be lots more sex and spy sagas later.
A bit of backstory for those who don’t know who is Irma Kratt:
Irma was one of the heroines of the Maidan coup, one of the female “Centurions”. When the Ukraine Civil War and “Anti-Terrorist Operation” began, Irma invaded Donbass. Where she was taken prison by Separatist leader Igor Strelkov (Girkin), on 20 April 2014. Irma spent several months living in a cell in the old SBU prison in the city of Slavyansk. Where, according to evil-tongued gossips, Irma (possibly suffering from Stockholm Syndrome) fell in love with one of her interrogators, the huskily handsome Vyacheslav Ponomarev, Rebel Mayor of Slavyansk, and one of Girkin’s close associates. Later, there was a falling-out between Girkin and Ponomarev – and boom! Ponomarev was locked up in the same prison, but probably not in the same cell, as Irma. It was said that Irma used to slip love notes for Ponomarev under the door of her prison cell.
Still later, when Girkin and his Merry Men fled Slavyansk in the middle of the night, they were humane enough to unlock the prison cells beforehand, so that the prisoners would not be left untended, or to starve. Ponomarev, his sins apparently forgiven, fled with Girkin. Irma returned to her comrades in Kiev.
And now we come to the current story. On her Facebook page, Irma, who supports the anti-government fascist enragés, has just published an account of how the Ukrainian secret service (SBU) engaged her in a honey trap. Apparently, the man to whom Irma has given her heart these past 10 months, turned out to be a government spy. Who was sent to spy on HER, and to insinuate himself into the Ukrainian radical nationalist movement. Irma entitled her Facebook account “Sleeping With the Enemy”.
“Ten months of love, of trusting another person!” writes Irma. “In my whole life, never have I experienced such a sincere relationship. Never has any man [other than him] given me a bouquet of roses every day, diamond rings, brought me breakfast in bed. I started to think that I had fallen into a fairy tale. In reality, I had fallen into the SBU snare. And yet I was truly in love! I can’t even describe how much in love I was, I have no words to express it. This man has three different names. He used me. He gained my trust in order to infiltrate the nationalists. What can I say? I am tired. But I will survive! In the future, I am begging you, Petro Poroshenko, please don’t send me any more [lovers], I’d rather eat from the garbage can than work with such dregs.”
Irma, Irmochka, maybe you should write another letter to Ponomarev! He is probably as lonely as you. Perhaps the two of you were meant to be together after all. True love will find a way.