Novokuznetsk Airport - Winter 1996. Only in Russia. Only in Russia do you find beautiful single Russian ladies in the boots of security officers, and even though this officer's dark blue eyes were of an Asiatic beauty found only in Siberia, her icy stare said "no way". True, I had arrived late, but I had no intention of waiting another three days for the next flight to Moscow. The departure hall was almost empty and very dimly lit, actually dark, like the rest of Siberia in mid-winter. Black outs had begun two days earlier and while doing everything by candlelight had its charm, I was ready to get back to civilization.
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"Please, please, I can see there are people still at the check-in counter", I pleaded, but her response was determined. "Nyet, everyone has been checked-in and security closed five minutes ago". Even in her olive drab uniform, this was an extraordinarily lovely Russian lady, probably in her late 20's. A lady hardened and unyielding to her life's continuing struggle. And, it appeared that I was fast becoming a part of that struggle. In desperation I took a chance. A long shot, but the only chance possible.
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