THE HEAT wasn’t helping the situation as Nadezhda sat on the stoop of a brownstone , head resting on the cool stone railing , body DESPERATELY trying to fend off sleep . THE AFTERNOON had been as close to a vacation as her life ever allowed , waiting for further instruction && keeping to herself .
ONLY HALF aware as figures passed before her , Nada eventually pulled herself into a standing position long enough to force a smile which didn’t quite reach her eyes , reaching out to tap the shoulder of the nearest passing figure . ‘ Что это за улица ? ’ she asked , broken English added only as an after thought . ‘ This street number ? ’
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