She kept running, up the stairs of her apartment, and only let herself kind of relax once the door of her apartment was slammed firmly shut behind her. Alright. Good. Yes. She wasn't followed...She locked all the locks, fished out the photo, and then tacked it to her cork board next to her other, but blurry, photo of the first uniformed guy she had come across.
Olga stepped back, and stood examining both of the photos for a while, an arm crossed while the other cupped her chin.
Hm.
Something was up. She just didn't know what...
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