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“The two of us. He's right. So why did it always feel like I lost my whole family over the course of one single night in Moscow? Like Mum's blood was spilled there too, all over our living room floor? Or at least her lifeblood, because she never practiced ballet
again after we left Soviet Russia. Defected, people would say, but we didn't defect. We escaped. We fled.”