The fog persisted.
Bruni was grateful for her fur coat as she braved the horrendous weather with heavy fog, ice, and sleet. Due to the bad conditions, public transportation had completely ceased to exist, but what was worse, so had air traffic.
For ten days in a row no planes had been able to land. The tension in the city was palpable, and even ever-optimistic Victor wore a sour face. She knew he was in a hurry to start operations at his airport, but so was everyone else.
“Hey, Bruni, you look awful. Here, take that.” The cook handed her a bowl of hot soup as she arrived at the Café de Paris with her hair in a complete mess.
“Thank you. I wish winter was over already.”
He laughed. “It’s not even started yet. But have you heard? Sokolov is going to address the population on radio.”
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