dreams of Vladimir Putin (he's shorter in real life); we speak French, my Russian is too risqué in its infancy (must not insult Putin), and French is like un mer sublime dans une verre d'eau. I am awarded a Visa for life, once I proved that I am with Russian, pulling a sheet of music from my bag where I am transcribing words. This is Mozart's doing--as Midge says to Johnny in Vertigo, "Johnny, Mozart's the boy for you."