Last night, she MOST HARD (continued, part 3) At the hour of the night somewhere near the center of Moscow, I was on patrol with the Russian police. The car smelled of cigarettes, leather seats creaked, I had only a little move. Any reporter or photographer - so anyone who dared and matured me - would have fought for the opportunity to view the night to Moscow through the eyes of two representatives from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. But then I was just tired 21-year-old student. I tried to keep quiet and watch everything, not only for the two men who were in the front seat. Men talked among themselves. They were discussing where to take me, but the names of hotels and neighborhoods to me means nothing. When it came to it to something I said in Russian, my exhausted brain sends experiences in parched throat from the apprehension some sounds. Sharp vowels gave my accent authenticity. I started to calm down. Rehearsal of the amateur theater in Yaroslavl, one that was more, including music. Has played a post-Soviet trance music that I danced in the best of times at "Joy Party." Music played very loudly. I wanted to ask them to do be quiet, but changed his mind. It is necessary not so much to the policeman became more aggressive, but that night I saw that this could go. Instead, I lied: "Cool music!" One of them nodded in agreement. I pressed against the glass and watched the flashing outside the city. A man and two women crossed the street where there was a traffic light, we have added speed and turned, trying to knock down. Both the policeman laughed. After about 40 minutes down the road, we turned into the lane and stopped. The one that was smaller, he said, so I got out. Around were unattractive dark house, billboards, lights. I had no idea where we are. Inside, trains, photos of restored from an online blog, which I had at that time they said that we are in Izmailovo. Once I along with fellow was in the area on Christmas vacation, I came here to buy gift Izmailovo market, where trading jars, chess, dolls, shape, and medals of the Red Army. Even though I knew I was now in Izmailovo, I had no idea where the self Izmailovo. The policeman, who was a little more, pointed at a building in the distance and said: "There is your hotel. "This is not a free ride, understand?" - But the money that was in my pocket, they are not staged. They wanted the morning I found an ATM. I explained that I could not give them anything. I suddenly remembered the sound from the blow that struck the policeman on the nose with a drunk on the train. My head is aching from the nerves and loud music. I just waited for impact. Instead, they calmly took out my suitcase from the trunk. Policeman smaller even shook my hand. They are gone. I again began to tremble. They just might cut me and leave on the sidelines. Nobody knew where I was, and nobody knew who I was. I even began to wonder why they did not. Maybe they realized that in my backpack was not anything of value. Maybe my knowledge of Russian provided me from the crowd of tourists, which bothers the police. Maybe my compliment about their music saved me. I quickly pulled the suitcase to the hotel. My worn out hands no longer had any value at that time. The man at the hotel did not understand me when I asked him to find a place for me to wait until morning. It was a luxury 5-star hotel with soft red carpets and foyers with expensive tables and chairs. The air was clean and warm. I asked the girl, the administrator, how much is the cheapest room, she replied that $ 200. That's more than I had on the credit card. I panicked. I had nowhere to go. I folded his arms and begged that they let me stay in the hallway, the kitchen, the toilet, but the rejection of the girl, each time becoming more and more expressive. When I was about to leave, I suddenly heard the English language from the lobby, where a group of Australians drank a large glass desk. During the year spent in Russia, I tried as little as possible to communicate with English people I met. I thought I was in Russia quite a few foreigners, and every new foreigner, with whom I became acquainted devalues ??the uniqueness of my trip. But at that moment I was in despair. I approached him and said that I was robbed. They all laughed. I asked to be allowed to sleep on the floor in one of their rooms. They refused. They thought I was lying. I showed them my student ID card from the State University of Tver. Their representative asked me to show my passport, if the student and ripoffs hand, I forged, as the story of a pair of thieves on the train. I asked them one last time. They told me to cast away. Almost all their rubles I've spent at an internet cafe in the corner of the lobby. I sent emails to his father and Helen. Around 5 am I put left hand on the trunk and head - at the keyboard, and closed his eyes. Start material: Completion of material:
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