Arriving back in Moscow, my first stop was the police department. I needed to know if my items had been picked up and turned in. It was a long shot, but even if they weren’t I had back up cards and cash stashed away at a hidden location for this kind of emergency. Being a mercenary, you never knew when you would need a backup of anything. Waiting my turn in the station to talk to an officer, smiling politely when one was finally able to assist me.
“Мне нужно знать, была ли сдана спортивная сумка с одеждой и деньгами в ней? (I need to know if a duffle bag was turned in with clothes and money in it?)” I sweetly asked, people were not known for returning money, but hopefully my clothes would have been turned in.
“Нет, я прошу прощения, что за последние две недели не было сдано ни одной спор
