So tell us about Russia, Elvira, Fleur asked the rather formidably silent old woman. What was it like?
Elvira raised an eyebrow, and then frowned. Well, I…..quite honestly I don’t remember much about it. She sighed deeply and her shoulders sagged.
Well, did you take any photos? pressed Fleur. Did you bring any souvenirs back?
Oh, I…..yes, I have some photos……
Elvira rummaged in her oversized carpet bag and pulled out a manila envelope, tattered along the edges. She passed it to Fleur.