The chain of command stretched all the way to Washington D.C. where they went ballistic over an American flight crew being drugged and coerced into an illegal conspiracy in Russia.
It was the doorway to everything and nothing I'd expected. There was no decor save the bodies snaked with tattoos and little more strewn about on minimal furniture in various poses only the drunk and drugged can manage.
It might have done me some good to realize whatever kept showing up in the magnifying glass of childhood was something I needed to let go of rather than hold onto, as soon as humanly possible.