I have predicted my fate, and I was accurate. This morning I was taken to the Sydney Airport, bound for Russia with my escorts. Yet under the floodlights of the airport I saw the milling crowd like a roaring sea around us. I lost my right shoe, and asked my escorts to get it back for me, but they would not stop. I felt the crowd reaching for my arms and clothes, trying to pull me back, trying to save me from punishment from my superiors. But they were not successful. It seems there is no way out of this confusing situation.
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