On my way back, I went down into the depths of the Metro station again at Chistyie Prudy, to make my journey back home. Logic would say that I would just go to the other platform on the other side and take the train back the way I had come but the sign did not have my station on it. Again, I asked a girl, because I know that most young Russians speak some English. She said I'll show you, we went back up the escalator and she said I have time "we will take the train together", I had worried momentary thoughts, that junior and I would be taken by this woman to meet some strange, unshaven men and that we would be bound and transported by truck to some far land and sold on as slaves by this unknown women, for I have an active imagination. Luckily, this did not happen. We took the train changed two stations and she took me to the train that would go back to my station back home. I gave her my business card, shook her hand and said goodbye. When I arrived home, I had a call on my mobile, it was her, she asked me if I got back home OK.
These girls were normally dressed and nothing amazing to look at but just very kind. It may have been my rare Hollywood good looks (said with tongue in cheek), or that they wanted English practice or the fact that I had a cute baby on my back or maybe they just took pity on me? I suppose you can say that there are good and bad people all over the world, in every city, town and village across this world of ours. Russia is no different. I believe there are angles out there, you just have to see them and find them.