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She checked again. It has to be in there! It was the third time she went through her purse.
“I really need to see your passport!”
She could hear how impatient he was getting. It has to be in here. It was when she left. And now it seemed to have disappeared.
Damn it, she thought. With shaking hands, she went through her tote another time, hoping for a miracle that her passport was just hiding in the depth of the bag. She still didn’t understand why he needed her passport to make a fake one and why they had to do it at such a shady warehouse.
“Won’t you take any other form of ID?” Something rattled as she spoke but she remained calm. Not much frightened her anymore.
“No, ma’am. You want fake passport, I need real passport.” He said in a prominent Russian accent.
That’s the weirdest…
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