Under the Ruble or An Idiot Abroad

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It was eight o'clock Moscow time when the overcrowded British Airways Jet landed at Sheremetevo Airport. Liberated from our Iron Maiden seats we made our way into the arrival hall, happily anticipating if not a good Russian dinner, then at least something to eat.

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