Stumbling Through Russia

A follow on from Stumbling Through Life. To escape the heartache and pain from my family, I take a trip to Russia with a bumbling professor. We end up in parts of Russia which according to the home office web page is like walking on Mars without a space suit. 'Blend in' my friend said, but instead we had tourists stamped on our foreheads. A black four by four parked up under a large tree was clearly noticeable, mainly because it was parked up alone away from the other cars. 'That has been there since the early hours of the morning, ' Andrew said, anxiously. I could tell he was tense he drummed his long, bony fingers on the door, and he wore a deep worried frown.