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"Where are we?" I asked. "At Aunt Sonia's," Lena said. "Aunt Sonia?" "Don't you
remember, I told you on the way that I'm living with my aunt. She's not home now,
that's why I brought you here. " "And where is Stas?" "I think he's still at the police
"Where?" "Where we'll meet." We laughed. In response to our laughter, the
elevator appeared once again, but didn't fly off that time; it stopped just above our
heads. "Shhh," said Lena. "It must be Aunt Sonia coming back from Kremlyovka.
I thought to myself, and said, "My aunt." "I guess you didn't understand me — this
is a private, friendly talk. The tape recorder is off; what's the point of the charades
?" "It's true; I have a sick, old aunt in Israel who needs my help." "Don't lie.
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