The private flight attendant served our meals without saying a word; she became skittish and fearful after three more of Bluschencko’s masked lackeys came and retrieved Hannah shortly before takeoff. I wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or a bad sign. I of course knew that it was even odds that Bluschencko would not keep his word about handing Hannah over to a physician; he could just take her out somewhere and have her shot, then dump her body in an alley somewhere, and I wouldn’t know the difference until it was too late. But it was a chance I had to take, for Hannah’s sake. I didn’t want to risk her dying of a brain hemorrhage or something in the middle of the flight. Still, I wondered what our flight attendant---a slight, ballerina-like woman who had the trademark high cheekbones and fair hair of the Russian steppes---knew. Though she had been professional, even chipper, when we first boarded the plane, her eyes had the dead, defeated look of someone who had long been a prisoner.
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