Stuff like this only happens in James Bond movies. I really thought that she was on the level, that she really wanted me to help her uncle defect. But when I went to help the man, there was no one there—except for half a dozen KGB agents. Exciting escape ensued.
When I got back to the hotel—I'd left her sleeping—she was gone, and so were the documents I'd been entrusted with.
I think what made me the angriest was that it was such a cliché—I was embarrassed to go home empty-handed.
Still… better that, than the gulag.