I think I would be compelled to post any pic's you send to me right here out in the open forum. Then I fear you would feel compelled to pull some computer hocus pocus and email me enough crap to have me clearing it up for life ... but okay.
Listen, go buy a bottle of Stolichnaya and play some Tchaikovsky on those fancy Meadow Larks. It'll be just like Friday night in the Ukraine. She'll get a little homesick and then you say how you've only been there a few times but even you miss it.
Then start bumping uglies.