Our arrival on Monday in Moscow was truly to an infernal scene - something out of Hieronymus Bosch. We got off the train at Belarusskaya Station to a terrible smell of burning and a black sky - so grimy it was possible to look straight at the sun. Smelling the brimstone, I half-expected the earth to tear open and sulphur to start pouring out.
But things got better...
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