The Light In His Dark
The closer I come to the door, I begin to hear someone yelling very angrily in what must be Russian.
Taking a deep breath, I bring my hand to the door and gently knock three times on the fine trimmed wood.
"Come in.." a deep, accented voice says.
My hand turns the knob slowly and the light in the room starts to peer through the door and into the dark hall. When I open the door completely, I am welcomed with a large, dark room just like the hallway with a fair-sized desk, bookcases of old-looking books, a carpet created from what seems to be a bear, and a case of straight alcohol with a bar off to the side of it.
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