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Mia nodded.

“You lost a camera,” Yelena said, not looking up from her tea. She was in her early forties, with sharp gray eyes and hair pulled back so tightly it looked like it was trying to escape. “And you lost Dmitri.” film fixers in belarus

“You don’t fight the system,” Valentin said, pouring them all bad coffee. “You give it a better story. The militia don’t care about your peat harvesters. They care about looking competent. So tomorrow, you will go to the station with a letter from the Ministry of Tourism—which Yelena will have by morning—declaring your film to be an official cultural exchange project about ‘Traditional Belarusian Bog Agriculture and Its Intangible Heritage.’ You will also bring three bottles of good vodka, not the supermarket kind, and you will thank the officer for safeguarding your equipment from ‘potential smugglers.’ You will not mention the memory card. Yelena will handle the card.” Mia nodded

Mia’s mouth fell open. “You’ve been planning this since we called?” “And you lost Dmitri