April and Laura’s hotel room is on the second floor.
Laura walks in and puts her down.“Great! –there’s a TV,” she says and turns it on.
A man is reading the news. She pushes another button.
Now there is a pop video. “Look, April,” she says.
“Russian rock and roll.” But April is not listening.
She is looking out of the window. “Moscow,” she thinks.“I’m in Moscow.”