As dawn broke, Martin left the hotel and invited Alexandrovich into his car for a talk.
Bruce drove personally, sandwiched between a few security vehicles, heading toward the airport.
Martin glanced out the car window and asked, "Is there any response from France?"
"There's none." Alexandrovich couldn't contain his anger, "Is the life of a Ukrainian not a life in the eyes of Westerners?"
As soon as he spoke, he knew he had misspoken and quickly said, "Sorry, Martin, you know I didn't mean that."
Martin nodded slightly, "I understand, but you're right. In the eyes of many Westerners, everything east of Germany belongs to another world."
Alexandrovich was in agony, "I've never felt so powerless as I do now."
