Tokyo-Zion Academy Times

The night was heavy around Moscow. Elina Volsky sat in her den near the window eating a hot cup of borsch. She was waiting for something or someone. This was like an evening ritual. After a day of working in the hair salon, Elina would come home, heat herself some borsch, take a shower, get dressed in her pajamas, wrap herself in her dark blue blanket, and watch the house across the street while she ate. It had been a habit for months.

At last, a navy station wagon pulled into the driveway across the street. Elina grew excited. “He’s home!” she thought. Then, she threw back her blanket, put down her dinner, and rushed outside.