“If it wasn’t for the Foreign Office light at the end of the long nine month tunnel, I’d jack it all in tomorrow!” she often said. It was music to Natasha’s ears, so after a month, Natasha tried to raise the heat.
“You know, Yui, it’s funny”, she said one night over a meal and a second bottle of wine in a fine restaurant, “but there you are not happy with your job, whereas I’ve always been happy to live in the USSR, but now, I’m getting used to this lifestyle of yours, and I wish I could stay here for as long as I wanted. The thing is, one day they will recall me and I’ll have to go home at a moment’s notice.
“I wish I could have your job, you’ve joked about it often enough… you don’t want it, do you? You could have mine!”
“You haven’t got a job… but you could have mine tomorrow, if we
