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Late that night, Viktor couldn't sleep. He went to the hallway to find the kettle. Near the tea station, he met an elderly man in a faded suit. "First time at a State Hotel?" the man whispered. "Is it that obvious?" Viktor asked.

Viktor sat on the bed. The springs let out a mournful creak . He looked at the phone, wondering if it was tapped. He looked at the heavy velvet curtains, which were thick enough to stop a bullet but too dusty to breathe near. The Midnight Encounter gosudarstvennaja gostinica

Upon arrival, Viktor approached the heavy oak reception desk. The clerk, a woman named Elena whose hair was pulled back so tightly it seemed to stretch her expression into a permanent state of mild annoyance, did not look up. Late that night, Viktor couldn't sleep