I’ve just had a friendly, smiling policeman knock on our door. I decided it would be wisest to downplay what little Russian vocab I do possess, and wait until Irina returns home from work to make sure he finds out what he needs to know.
I suspect it is connected to the fact that someone attempted to break into a safe in a block of flats near us. Fortunately, they couldn’t break it open. Unfortunately they decided to take the whole safe back to theirs, and so the apartment owner wasn’t very happy when he got home.
This was a month or so ago now, but they are still investigating the case. They appear to suspect one of the maintenance workers, as they were previously asking leading questions, when Ira was here.
Anyway, I digress, I’m now getting better at not staring at official people’s out-sized caps, or giggling at an inopportune moment.
Ira is going to be late back from work tonight, so I’m hoping the policeman doesn’t come back in 30 minutes, like I asked him. Or come back tomorrow – Ira is in work again Saturday.