What Pegman Saw – Russian Romance

Russian Romance

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Anzhelika or Olga would have felt more appropriate. Her name was Cynthia.

We met on the plane from Frankfurt and she’d promised to show me Moscow.

From the hotel window, I could see it was another wet, winters day.

The front desk rang.

“Professor Blythe, a car is waiting in front.”

Downstairs the doorman shielded me from the rain and ushered me into the limousine. During the 15 minute ride to the Romanov Sinema, a short walk from Red Square, I sank into the plush leather heated seats and daydreamed of Cynthia.

On arriving, I was led to the front row. Cynthia was already seated.

We were alone. Soft music. Dim lights. High expectations.

“Taste the house speciality Don, Lemoncello Popcorn,” she said with a winning smile.

Two burly men wearing dark raincoats and single earpieces appeared from a side door.

One of them barked, “Please come with us, Professor.”

This week I strayed a few minutes from Red Square for my What Pegman Saw challenge.

Red Square, Moscow.

12 thoughts on “What Pegman Saw – Russian Romance

  1. Uh-oh. What has the Prof let himself in for? Silly man, following any winning woman round a strange city. And I want to know – Professor of what? Do tell. Nuclear physics? Great tale, nicely constructed and would make a great opener for a thriller

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