Spring me

A letter from Tripoli:

Oh Kiev ... look at you! allways complaining about everything and everybody! ( i need this, don´t need that; this is good to me, this is not; i like her, not anymore; he´s good, she´s bad...).

Don´t smile at me that way, please! It makes you look sad and lonely... even more! and it hurts me. mean it! really!
You need someone to spring you, baby. That´s just what you need,  she said.