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! “Then 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!