April and Laura's hotel room is on the second floor.
Laura walks in and puts her bags down. "Great! there's a TV," she says and turns it on.
A ma is reading the news.
She pushes another button.
Now there's a pop vidco. "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.