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Second, she retrieved a battered Lada Niva from the back lot, its floor littered with cigarette ash and old train tickets. She drove Mia and Leo through the back roads of Minsk, past the monumental architecture of Independence Avenue and into a warren of Soviet-era apartment blocks where the elevators still smelled of cabbage and despair. Mia nodded