Mariya Tumanova

Scammer’s Profile or Account Name:Sylvia

Scammer’s Country: Russia

Scammer’s Email:

What Website or Social Media Was The Scammer Using? : Ourtime

Did You Send Money To This Scammer? :


Scammer’s Profile Text: 

Lured me on Ourtime dating website
Profile name was Sylvia.
Excellent literacy in English despite supposedly of Russian origin living in London.
Advertise herself as widowed with a daughter called Anna Tunanova. Supposed to be living in Harrow on the Hill near London. Supposed to be an aesthetician.

Scammer’s Messages or Emails: 

Dear Gilles! You can’t imagine how much pain I’m in writing this letter. I’ve been thinking for a while how to start it and whether I have the right to tell you this sort of things. But you’re now a part of my life, so you need to know what’s going on. I was sure just a couple of hours ago that I’d write you a short letter, get on the plane and be back home soon. I planned to call you, and the idea that I would hear your dear voice was a soul nourishing tonic for me. Unfortunately, the odds are heavily stacked against me.

So long story short, I was with Anna at the hospital. We said goodbye and agreed that she’d come to see me in England in a month. It was hard for me to leave her, but I knew she was getting better, and the thought that we’d soon see each other again comforted me. It was time to get back to work, to my daily activities, to you. I miss you so much. When I’m in England, I seem to be closer to you, and the distance between us doesn’t really upset me that much. On my way to the airport, all my thoughts were for you. I was so glad I managed to handle everything so quickly and was counting down the days to our long awaited meeting. I hope you’re looking forward to it, just like me! Hold on, dear Gilles, it won’t be long now. Soon, we’ll hug each other and remain like that for a long time, like two loving people that met after a long separation. I imagine we’ll just stand silently and smile, because our hearts don’t need words: they know everything just like that and don’t need introductions.

I arrived at the airport, checked in my luggage and headed for the customs control zone. Everything as usual. A standard procedure. However, when I approached the officer and handed my passport to her, weird stuff started happening. The customs officer kept examining something in the monitor and looking at me from time to time. All passengers behind me started complaining and wanted to get on the plane as soon as possible. Then I was told I couldn’t leave Russia because I had some debts on me. What a shock for me! Debts? What are they talking about? There must be some mistake here!

They showed me to a private office. The senior customs officer explained to me that citizens burdened with debts cannot legally leave the country without paying them off. He said that bailiffs deal with these cases, handed me back my documents, gave me a telephone number, wished me luck and left.

Terrified, I understood that my plane was about to take off, and I felt paralyzed at the thought that I was not going back to England. What will happen to us now?

When will I hear your voice? What about my job? I had more questions than answers. I had to do something about this, but I panicked and didn’t know what to do first.

I called the bailiff, and it took me a long time to get through to him. That made me even more nervous. Finally, they answered me and I learned that I’ve had a two year utility bill debt. The apartment in which Anna lives is my property, but I regularly send her money to pay tuition fees and utility bills. I thought there might be some mistake.

I was reimbursed half the price of my ticket and headed for the bailiff’s office. I was shown the documents. No mistake. Utility bills were unpaid. The total amount of debt amounted to 3,800£, if converted from rubles to pound.

You’ve become very dear to me since I met you. Now, my daughter and you are my closest persons, and I fell horrible knowing that I won’t see you in the near future.

I called a taxi and went to see my daughter. I demanded an explanation. She burst out crying and then had a nervous breakdown. She told me she had given all that money to a foundation helping children with cancer. I’ve told you her father died of cancer, and she had hard time getting over it. It was impossible for me to blame her for doing such a noble thing. She always thinks, first, about others and then about herself. I just was upset that she didn’t tell me anything about it. I would have sent her money for such a good dead, with pleasure.

Now it all made sense. I started thinking what to do. I had only 2,000£, on me, because I wasn’t allowed to bring more money without filling in a special declaration form. I thought this amount was enough to spend a couple of days in Moscow. I had to find another 1,800£, to pay off all the bills. I have that amount of money on my bank account in England, and I wondered how I could get it.

I made a call to work and tried to talk to my boss. The way she reacted was very unexpected to me. I didn’t doubt she would give me a helping hand and, instead, she shouted at me saying I was letting her down. She had no one to replace me, the clients were complaining and she would just fire me if I didn’t deal with my problems within a few days. I’d get fired! I helped her out so many times, and I just couldn’t understand why she treated me like that now. I realized she wouldn’t lend me any money. I called the HSBC bank, where I have an account,

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