So I'm sitting in a processing room. They had kindly unhandcuffed my hands which had been behind my back so I could sit with my hands handcuffed in front of me. I was beseeching one tasty bit of Pollack crumpet to fake my heart attack in a Polish gaol so I could go to Moscow. I promised her sexual favours. Many of them. Clearly Pollack police are more professional than their Czech counterparts, Martina Vindušková 321342 and the homosexual Daniel Kincl 335561.

She, with two men watching, was trying to undo my social window. Stuck. I verbalized the difficulty with that zipper. Something clicked. The zipper opened, and Brandi said, as proudly as She has ever said anything