Shortly after having landed back from the holiday, at the Outpost International Airport. Three artistes have just arrived on the Minsk flight. I can tell because they are accordingly dressed, one of them looks quite stunning. They are picked up by two mustachioed little men, who glow with sweat and have a pettily cunning look all over them, glancing covertly at all directions, to see if they or their recent acquisitions are looked at. They pick up the artistes’ suitcases; maybe after a moment’s hesitation, maybe not.