From the airport. I spent an hour and a half trying to convince someone to take our documents to Moscow.
Finally at the last minute, with the Greenbergs at home saying Tehillim (I kid you not), a Russian agreed. He was a sweet guy, but running late for his flight. He refused to give us his number, and instead wanted to take a number of someone in Moscow to give them to.
Thank G-d I had my book of numbers (not Shmos, silly) with me, and gave him Yanky Klein's.
Now I must organize someone to pick up the documents from the airport, drop them off at a different airport and get them on the plane to Stavropol, and have someone in Stavropol pick them p from the airport.
It's going to be a long night.
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