#6. Refat Fati

**Dezy2** » Вс май 25, 2003 6:54 pm

ID:	6
Name:	Refat Fati
Work place:	Works for Spring-Tours - Mostravel's host party.
Description:	Slim, handsome, about (or over) 188 cm tall, speaks Russian and English. Distinctive feature is a crooked nose (but slightly, it doesn't spoil his appearance). Terribly stupid.
Reference:	He is not a shy guy – he is crazy about himself. You can meet him mostly in Black House, he likes to stand not far from the dance floor enjoying that everybody watches him, he can come with one girl, then tell her to sit there quietly not going anywhere saying that he has to look after the tourists and will go to pick up some other girl at the same club. Or he can take one girl to “1001 nights” and after that he can come to Black House with another girl. Nobody knows when he has a chance to sleep. He likes to go to the desert. He often mixes up the numbers when sending sms. If somebody tries to accuse him of cheating he calls on all of his friends who are free at the moment and invents ridiculous excuses. He can speak Russian. His sense of humor is quite specific, but at least he has it. Sometimes he pretends to have serious problems with his memory, but this is not true – he can easily remind you of all the details of your previous meeting. He likes the girls of all kinds, doesn’t have any special preferences.
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Additional story:	In January 2003 I visited Sham-el-Sheikh for the fist time, I was with my sister. Refat stick to me immediately, maybe because I look like Arabic (many people there told me about it, and he too), and maybe my Tiffany watches and Nokia 7210 which I doubt he has ever seen before so close impressed him from the very first sight. And so it goes…. “Whatta beautiful girl. Whatta beautiful phone. And by the way I am your guide and take my number just in case” I didn’t like him from the very start, but I decided to take his number, mainly because Refat saved us from queuing in the airport, took us out of the airport immediately after we got the visa, he even filled in all our papers. At night naturally I wanted to go to disco, but my friend refused to come with me saying that she was too tired. My sister is 11 years old and nobody would let her into any club, so what should I do? At that moment I thought about nice guy Refat. From the very beginning I didn’t want to make any relationship with anybody. I thought I should go with him; anyway there were no other variants. I’ve called him. He came by shuttle bus. He was wearing awful clothes (at the airport he was at least wearing suit). He took some shandrydan. I thought that the night would be real “fun”. He took me to Black House as usual; there he spent all the time making efforts to kiss me. I suppose that it was very funny to watch how I tried to turn aside from him, because everybody laughed all the way. Later I managed to get rid of him and to dance alone. Next day he bombed me with sms in which he already called me “my love”, “habibi” and stuff like this… I was really irritated by all this, but my friend convinced me not to dump him for a couple of days – let him show us everything here and give some information about the place, explain how much we should pay in different places – and then you can kiss him good-buy. I thought that after all I can use him as a guide. Plus I hoped that if we were with him men would disturb us less, also he promised to find a car with the driver for us for reasonable money. Finally I had to put up with him until the end of the trip. In nightclubs he always disappeared when the bill arrived, or said that he had forgotten to take money with him. It wasn’t a problem for us to pay for his beer (hoping that he will show us the place where we can buy non-expensive gold for souvenirs), but anyway it was disgusting – our boys never humiliate themselves to such an extent. I always ignored his sms and phoned him only when I need some assistance from him. He was very angry about it, but anyway it seemed like the beer for free worth it. Yes! Also once I was so foolish that I let him try on my chain, and it wasn’t easy to take it back from him… Soon I finally get rid of him and after a couple of days we left… After three weeks we got bored and decided to come back. Nobody answered Refat’s stupid messages and never told him about our arrival. But then the real problems began, to be more precise it was he who made all this problems for me. When we arrived the boyfriend of my friend with some other guy was waiting us at the airport. We didn’t want to take “Mostravel” bus and wait for three hours until the queue disappear. Again we passed the passport control without queuing and we were already getting into the car when suddenly the policeman appeared and asked me to show him my passport. It was really very strange, because initially he was interested only in MY passport and only later he asked my friend to show him her passport. And how do you think who turned out to walk around just by chance in the middle of the working day at the parking of the airport? Refat!!!! After small talk with the policeman he said that my visa from previous visit was not closed and now I would have serious problems and only he can help me to solve them. And suddenly I recalled that after I dumped him in my previous visit he promised that I would have problems!!!! Now I knew what he meant!!! We spent 8 terrible hours at the airport without water, food and toilet. In the police office they took our passports. Refat told to the chief-policeman that I was a prostitute and he made us show him how much cash we had with us. All the way he was insulting me, telling that there is no place for people like me in Egypt, and it was the reason why the chief-policeman didn’t speak with me directly only through my friend, although he was sitting just in one meter from me. At last they let us go – thanks to our friends who were waiting us for all this time. They turned out to have some useful personal contacts and that is why I wasn’t deported. Later they found out that it was Refat who asked somebody not to close my visa. In the computers at the airport there was no information on my departure from Sharm at all. Customers said that it was me who had broken the customs rules. But one thing was still unclear – if I had never left how could I have a stamp in my passport confirming my return to Russia from Domodedovo airport with the proper date. But it seems like it is not a weighty argument for Egyptian police. BUT IT WAS NOT THE END OF OUR TROUBLES!!!! He decided to smash us completely by his pleasant company on the way to the hotel. We offered him to take a taxi but he refused, saying that he is our guide and he is in charge of us and he couldn’t let us go with the strangers because they can take us anywhere. After these disastrous 8 hours at the airport we had just one dream to take a shower and dinner. By the way, Refat is a good psychologist and he knows pretty well that after such stress people are ready to believe any silly stories and we really didn’t know the guys who were meeting us for a long time. Finally, he went with us. And even this is not the end of the story – he told our guide in the hotel that the problem was not with passport but with those guys!!!!! Sounded like we were kept there because of them. Like: why they were meeting you? And what are the relations between you? And all this he was saying in our presence. And he also tried to convince the security not to let the guys enter the territory of the hotel. I thought I would kill him. But to tell the truth I heard that finally he had got his bitters. After that for a long time he was loafing about Black House frowning at me. P.S. For sure I am not Shakespeare, excuse me that my story is not very literary, but on the other hand it is true. P.P.S. I forgot to tell – he said he wanted to marry me, told some stories about rich parents in Cairo, big house, great love for me (although nobody asked him about it), called me his wife (it was really irritating), ate at our expense. By the way, he tried to cheat us even with gold – he took us to the most expensive shop Catherinian Jewellery, were he clearly has his interest from each tourist brought by him. He was trying to pick up one of my friend at the same time he was wooing me (I didn’t care, it is just for information). During my second visit I saw him with different girls – all Russian, pretty and apparently in love with him. How much I want that he get one slap for each minute we spent in the police office in Sharm. I hope that after he appears in Black List here he will be alone forever, not breaking a single heart anymore (and I know that that he made a lot of pain to some girls I know), and won’t harass other people using his position, like he did it with me.

#6. Refat Fati

#6. Refat Fati

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