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The woman behind the window looked at her without a flicker of sympathy or interest. To be fair, Ha
‘Reschedule,’ the woman said. ‘It will take days to get a passport, and after that you have to reapply for your entry visa.’
An entry visa? ‘But I’m leaving.’
She shrugged. ‘Your Russian contact will have to vouch for you.’ She passed a paper under the window and Ha
‘My contact is just a hotel,’ Ha
‘Talk to the police,’ the woman advised. ‘You must do that first.’ Already she was looking over Ha
‘But—’ Ha
Still no sympathy. ‘Use the ATM. Or a credit card.’
Of course. That was the normal, expected thing to do. Except she didn’t have that much money in the bank to withdraw, and she’d cut up her credit cards after seeing the bills her parents had racked up before their deaths. Maybe not the wisest decision, but now that she’d finally paid the bills off she’d been determined never to be in debt again. The woman must have seen something of this in her face for she said, a touch impatiently, ‘Call someone, then. In America. They can wire you money.’
‘Right.’ It was finally sinking in just what kind of trouble she was in. ‘Thank you for your time,’ she said, and fortunately her voice didn’t wobble.
‘Any time,’ the woman said in a bored voice, and the next person started forward.
Ha
She was really trying hard not to panic. She normally wasn’t a panicker, tried to see the best in everything and everyone.
Only now it was getting dark and she had no money, no passport, no options. She could call a friend, as the woman had advised, but Ha
She didn’t have friends with that kind of money, and she didn’t have that kind of money either. She’d used the last of her own savings to fund this trip, knowing it was foolish, impulsive, everything she never was. Except maybe she was foolish, and stupid even, as that man in Red Square had so obviously thought, because if she had any sense at all she wouldn’t be standing on the steps of the American Embassy, people and traffic streaming indifferently, impatiently all around her, with no place to go, no idea what she could do. Nothing.
She swallowed the panic that had started in her stomach and was now steadily working its way up her throat. She wasn’t completely lost. She had a little money in the bank, enough to give her some time—
And then?
‘There you are.’
Ha
‘What are you doing here?’
‘I wanted to make sure you’d sorted out your papers.’
‘That was very kind of you,’ she said, cautiously, because three months of travel had taught her to be, if not cynical, then at least sensible. ‘And u
‘I know.’ The corner of his mouth quirked very slightly, so slightly that it couldn’t be called a smile in the least. Yet still the sight of it made Ha
‘No. I got a form.’ She waved the paper half-heartedly. ‘Apparently I’m to go to the police department and file a report there.’
‘They’re all disorganised.’ He shook his head in disgust. ‘Or corrupt. Usually both. It could take hours.’
‘Wonderful.’ Her plane left in three hours. Clearly she wasn’t going to be on it.
‘Do you have any money at all?’ the man asked abruptly and Ha
‘A credit card?’
He must have been speaking to the woman in the embassy. Or maybe he just knew everything. ‘Um … no.’
He shook his head with that rather contemptuous incredulity she was coming to know so well. ‘You embark on international travel, to Russia of all places, without even a credit card, and clearly no savings?’
‘Put like that, it does sound pretty stupid, doesn’t it?’ Ha
He looked sceptical. Of course. ‘Really.’
‘Yes, really. You have that disdain thing down pat, by the way. I don’t think I’ve been lectured to so much since I was in elementary school.’
He let out a little bark of laughter that surprised her, it was so unexpected. She smiled, glad that he seemed to possess a sense of humour after all. ‘I am simply surprised,’ he said, his expression turning stern once more. ‘Have you been travelling long?’
‘Three months.’
‘And you have not encountered problems before this?’
‘Not as big as this. I was charged double at a restaurant in Italy, and a train conductor was really rude—’
‘That is all?’
‘I guess I’m lucky. Or at least I was.’
‘I suppose,’ the man said, ‘I shouldn’t even ask if you have travel insurance.’
Now that hadn’t even crossed her mind. Ha
He raised his eyebrows. ‘Nope, I shouldn’t ask, or nope, you don’t?’
‘Take your pick.’
One tiny corner of his mouth quirked up again, and Ha
‘Were you pla
‘Actually, my plane leaves—’ she checked her watch ‘—in two hours.’
He stared at her, eyebrows arched in incredulity. ‘Today is your last day?’
‘Apparently not. Mother Russia is insisting I stay a little longer. I need an entry visa as well as a passport.’
The man shook his head, clearly rendered speechless by her predicament. Ha
‘You must,’ he finally said, ‘at least have some friends who could wire you some money.’
‘Well, not exactly.’ He arched one eyebrow, the gesture saturnine and unbearably eloquent. ‘I live in a small town,’ Ha
‘No one can help you out when you are desperate? I thought small American towns were full of do-gooders. Everyone knows everyone and is willing to help each other out.’