"Excuse me, comrade."
A man with a bunch of faded carnations, God knew what they'd cost him but he had the eyes of a romantic and he was past the age when he could afford to lose a good woman even if he couldn't afford the flowers either.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Is that the Moscow plane, just in?"
"That's right, comrade. Flight 96. She's a lucky girl."
"They were all they had left"...
