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 man is reading the news. She pushes another button. Now there's a pop video.
Laura : "Look, April," "Russian rock and roll."
But April is not listening. She is looking out of the
window. "Moscow," she thinks. "I'm in Moscow."