I check into a small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell the woman at thedesk I want a room. She tells me the room number and gives a key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always locked. Don't even peek in there." I take thekey and go to my room to sleep. Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I openthe door. It is coming from theroom with no number. I pound onthe door. No response. I look in thekeyhole. I see nothing except red. Water still trickling. I go down to thefront desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" She looks at me and begins to tell story. ,,There was a woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red."
