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of the Russian
penal system. She began walking down the street rapidly as more
people came out to watch the fire. Maybe it was an accidental
explosion and someone was working with flammable chemicals on that
floor. It didn’t make any difference to her, she had to get
home.
    Most of her savings
went into a Swiss account, so Monique wasn’t concerned about
losing all the money she saved while teaching in Russia. She had a
local bank account, but the cash from it was for her living expenses.
She did have a special saving in her apartment that no one else knew
about. With it was an airline ticket which she updated every six
months. If relations between the United States and Russian Federation
became real bad, which they might at any moment, she could catch a
flight out and not have to worry. Her passport was stashed in the
wall of her apartment too.
    The apartment walls
had been used as a safe before. When she found the access to it
behind her bedroom closet, Monique discovered thousands of Rubles in
1940’s money. She’d left them there since trying to cash
them in might arouse the wrong kind of suspicion. Besides, the person
who had left them there all those years ago might come back and get
them.
    Her apartment was
close, so it wasn’t all that much trouble to find her way
through the alleys to it. She used the back approach to her apartment
several times when she didn’t like the attention some drunk had
given her. Russian men had a hard time understanding the word “Nyet”
from a foreign woman, whom they all assumed were sluts. She found her
street in the darkness quickly enough and walked to her building,
making sure all the glass was off her just in case she ran into any
of her neighbors. Monique almost yelled as a rat shot across her foot
in the alley, but it had better things to do. She stayed quiet and
pulled out her pass card when she approached the door. No one was
waiting for her, thank God. She ran it through reader, the light
flashed green and the building door unlocked. Brushing the last of
the glass fragments off her coat, she went inside.
    The vestibule was
empty. It was a weeknight and the bars weren’t open all that
late. A rowdy crowd might show up later, but for now she could be
left alone. Monique made her way up the stairs; the elevator was out
of service again, to her apartment. She pulled out her key and
unlocked the door to it, staggering inside. So far no one had seen or
heard her. She might just pull out of this thing alright, but
experience had taught her to be cautious. Monique dropped the file of
papers down on her dining table, next to the little nesting dolls she
collected and sat down. She thought about it for a bit longer and
went to the refrigerator to pull out a bottle of wine which was saved
for emergencies. What she had just been through constituted an
emergency. She poured herself a glass of wine and drank it down
slowly.
    Once the alcohol had
soothed her nerves, Monique went to the television and turned it on.
There were no reports of the explosion yet, but it didn’t
surprise her. The official news tended to drag a little bit, but
there would be an official statement in a few hours from the city
government.
    Since there was
nothing on TV, she booted up her computer and found some local blogs
and websites. In spite of the government making threats against
bloggers, or because of it, she could find out all kinds of
unofficial news the moment it happened. It took her two minutes to
find a Russian blogger who was talking about a blast in an office
building. She saw the photographs of the fire brigade working to put
it out. The blogger claimed the firemen had it under control and it
shouldn’t spread to any other parts of the building. No one was
hurt as the office where the blast had taken place was closed for the
evening, which didn’t square with the light Monique had noticed
before the explosion. At least she didn’t read any reports of a
dark-skinned woman fleeing the scene