
It was Marina's first day as a room service waitress at the Hotel Sevastopol, in her home region of Crimea. Everything was rather frantic, as some political meeting was due to take place in one of the private dining areas. It was for senior officials of the LNR and the DNR, people said, not that this interested her. Half an hour into her shift, Marina got a call from a woman in a third floor room. This woman's accent suggested she was from Moscow, tho she had checked in with a Belarusian passport. Her voice sounded cool and confident. The waitress felt a little nervous as she knocked on the door and then entered....
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