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of the explosion. She let out a
sigh of relief and shut-down the computer.
    Monique was going to
take a shower, but then she had another thought: what about the money
she had stashed in the wall? She got up from the kitchen table and
made her way back to the closet. Monique pushed aside the clothes she
had hanging in there and found the small icon she’d purchase to
cover the opening she’d discovered when doing some painting a
few years ago. The plaster had collapsed while she was scratching off
the loose paint to reveal the hidden cavity with the Rubles in it.
There was enough room in the cavity after she closed it up to put her
emergency money and passport into it with the updatable airline
ticket.
    She turned on the
light and pulled back the icon. There was the cavity and it was
empty.
    “You really
should have converted those rubles, you know,” a voice said
behind her.
    Monique whipped
around to face the man she had met a few days ago in the coffee shop,
the man who called himself “Rick Wilson”. He was standing
there holding her money, passport and the Rubles which had been
placed inside the cavity almost seventy years ago. Now he was wearing
a black nondescript jacket and jeans to match. She was terrified at
having him in her apartment, but at the same time a little tingle
went through the space between her legs. He was slightly dusty from
having been near the scene of the explosion.
    “How did you
get in here?” Monique demanded. “What are you doing with
my money and passport? Give it back to me!”
    “I’ll be
glad to give you the recent money and passport back,” he said,
handing them out to her. “The old Rubles we might want to talk
about. I’m sure the St. Petersburg police would be very
interested to know you were taking good care of them. Do you know
what you can get for harboring stolen goods in this town?”
    “Who said they
were stolen?” Monique asked him. “I found the money years
ago and just left it there.”
    “I might
believe you,” Rick said to her, holding up the Rubles with his
other hand. “But there are quite a few of these. About forty
million in today’s currency. They left some big denominations.
Looks like somebody was on the run after World War Two. If they are
even legitimate. Might be counterfeit and I’m sure the
government would really find all the bogus money stashed in your
apartment wall amusing.”
    “Why are you
here?” she demanded. “Aren’t you the man I met two
days ago? I saw you outside the building where the explosion
happened. You had something to do with it!”
    There was a knock at
the door. Monique felt very scared and looked at Rick. What the hell
had she got herself into? How was she going to explain this one? Rick
grabbed the money off the floor and shoved it with the passport back
into the cavity, swirling the icon back over it.
    “Saint
Seraphim,” he noted. “Forgive us.” He turned to
Monique. “Tell whoever it is you’re not decent.”
    “Give me just a
minute,” she called out in Russian to the door. “I’m
just getting out of the shower.”
    “Now get your
clothes off and get in the shower,” he told her. “Don’t
worry about me.” Rick vanished into her bedroom.
    Monique ran to the
shower and stripped off her clothes. She was in the shower just long
enough to wash the smell of the explosion off her, dry herself and
get into a robe. She returned to the door where the knocks were
becoming more frantic.
    Monique opened the
door to reveal two St. Petersburg uniformed officers and a man
wearing a plain coat. They stepped inside the apartment and began to
look around.
    “Who are you
and what do you want?” she yelled at them, also in Russian.
    “As to whom we
are,” the man in the plain coat said, “it should be
obvious. As to what we want, perhaps you can tell us.”
    “I don’t
know what you’re talking about,” she told them.
    “Perhaps you
don’t,” he returned to her, “but there was an
explosion at an