Was that a friendly knock at our door?

This may be my last post ever. Tomorrow we set off for Frankfurt enroute to St. Petersburg on our longest journey ever. Between Air Canada and Lufthansa, I'm thinking we'll be carried to our destination safely. But, then what? The next steps sound a bit dodgy. If we get through all that paperwork, the bribes, and whatnot, we will enjoy a two week stay in a rented flat surrounded by complete strangers. Officially we will be going as tourists, but with some luck, we hope to run into someone we know. In the evenings we'll just hide under the covers and hope we don't hear a knock. In this country, they say if a policeman comes to your door, not to answer. Not to worry. I'll send Darlene. She'll handle it.