After receiving her statement in the mail, and seeing that there was considerably more in her account than should have been there, she went to the bank manager to find out what had happened. ‘Everything is in order,’ he assured her. ‘The money has been wired from Moscow.’ ‘But by whom?’ ‘Rada Igorevna Obolenskaya,’ replied the manager. ‘Does that name sound familiar to you?’ ‘Why yes,’ said Lilya, still confused. ‘Yes, it does, but . . .’ ‘I am given to understand,’ interrupted the manager, ‘that additional amounts will be deposited each month.’ ‘For how long?’ The manager shrugged. ‘No limit has been set.’ ‘And is there any message from Rada Igorevna?’ ‘None that I know of.’ ‘What should I do about this?’ Lilya wondered aloud. ‘I’ll tell you exactly what to do,’ said the manager. ‘Take the money. Take it and be glad.’ The next month, just as the manager had said, another deposit arrived from Moscow.
