Twenty-four hours later, all the British dancers are at Moscow airport. "Now I'm never going to see Nikolai again," thinks April. "And I can't write to him. I don't know his add ... "
Then someone says her name. She turns. It's Nikolai! "The plane's leaving," says Maria Grant. April looks at Nikolai. He gives her a parcel and walks away.
On the plane. April sits next to Laura. Her eyes are wet. She opens the parcel. "Oh, look," says Laura. "It's one of those music boxes - the ones in the market. And there's a letter, too! What does it say?"
But April is too happy to speak. She looks at the letter.
"Can I come and see you in England?"
"Oh, Nikolai, yes," she thinks. "Yes, you can!"