In which our unemployed Heroine begins her journey of six thousand miles home

I closed my service on Thursday, after closing my bank account, my apartment and almost every other sign of my existence in Ukraine. I took a train to Moscow, which went off without a hitch. The customs officers didn't even discover my dual passport situation. I have seen the Novodevichy Convent, the Tretyakovsky Gallery, St. Basil's Cathedral, the Kremlin and New Arbat. My feet are exhausted, but my fake fur coat is amazingly warm. I have already passed myself off as a Ukrainian so as not to pay full price (somewhat dishonest, but hey, I have no salary). So far, I like Moscow.