Bag zipped and slung over the shoulder, I slammed the door, walked out of my room and headed toward Krasnoarmeyskaya street to catch a taxi to the airport. One was rattling down the cobbles coming from Lev Tolstoy Square. I ran and reached the curb in time to hail the … Continue reading The Renegade: Chapter 12
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