JOURNAL OF DIXON AINSLEY
6 August
11:47 p.m.
Suburb of Moscow, Russia
We made it.
Barely.
Going to sleep for a week. Paid garage attendant to watch car.
Bonus: Roger caught up with us five hours out of Moscow, along with the second camera crew. Roger said we’d passed the Essex team while they slept in Novgorod. Ha. Take that, you bastards.
Paulie fell asleep on bed without even taking off her clothes. Managed to get her shirt and corset off. She didn’t wake. Left the rest of her clothing. Too tired to take off so much as my tie. Screw the costume department. Sleeping in my clothes as well.
7 August
6:33 p.m.
Moscow, Russia—still
We realized something was wrong when, while we were both asleep on the bed, a crash sounded from the attached bathroom.
Paulie sat bolt upright. “What
