Adrienne sat by the bedroom window in the private jet, staring out at the endless dark sky dotted with faint city lights far below. They were somewhere over Russia now, the flight dragging on into the early morning hours. She had changed into warmer clothes hours ago, anticipating the cold, and was lost in thought when the intercom buzzed softly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our final descent into Moscow. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts."
She peered down more intently. Sure enough, the sprawling glow of the city was coming into sharper view, rivers of light tracing the streets and buildings. A few minutes later, the plane banked gently, then touched down with a smooth thud on a private runway outside the city, tires screeching faintly as they slowed.
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