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"So she said. What she really meant was that he didn't give her a cut! If we're going on a shopping spree, we need a supply of rubles. Let's go!" The two women wandered back along the street, looking for a familiar corner. After a time they found it. They stood, looking around. Before long a rather plain looking man approached them. He was wearing an old coat, his head covered in a gray woolen cap, fairly appropriate to the changeable fall weather. "Ah, my American ladies!" he greeted them in rather good English. "I hope you are having good time in our country! We like our friends!" He went on, complimenting them on their dress, their hair styles, their smiles. Irma cut him short. "Yesterday - you offered a good rate on money exchanges - are you still in the business?"
The man suddenly became quiet. He looked about carefully, then motioned them to come into a sheltered doorway. "In my business, it is good not to be too noisy. I have many competitors - they would not like to know what good rates I can offer - I like to do business with Americans, but some of the others are not so understanding. If they hear the good offers I make for you, they make things hard for me. You understand?"
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Irma nodded. Helen looked on, a bit suspicious. He went on "How much you want to change? I make very good price - but, you understand, I cannot let others know what I do for you - so it just between us? So?"
Before long, a deal was struck. Several hundred dollars changed hands, and Irma and Helen moved away, purses stuffed with wads of rubles. Irma smiled to Helen. "See why the guide didn't want us dealing with him? She probably gets a cut from all the places she takes us to, and this guy wouldn't be cutting her in. So we got a good deal! Now, where would you like to go first?"
Helen's taste went to small pieces of jewelry, and a bit of hand made skirts and blouses; things she would use as gifts to her close friends. They browsed a bit through street stalls and small stores.
Irma had more exotic tastes. She inquired at one small store, "I hear there are old pictures - religious icons - for sale. I'm interested in old art - could you guide me?" At first she got shakes of the head, or comments indicating her English was not understood, but Irma was insistent. She had a brochure describing old artwork sometimes found among merchants selling antiques, and she used the pictures to help with her inquiries.
Helen was less than enthused. "Even if you find any of the icons, you know you can't take them out of the country if they're over a hundred years old - it's not allowed, as the guides told us!"
They continued looking, until a shopkeeper showed signs of interest. "Pictures? Old pictures? The old churches - they tear down - some make into museums - sometimes, sometimes, people sell pictures from old churches. Such is you want?" Irma's interest was immediately aroused.
Both of them were ushered into a small back room. A large chest was opened, and from it the shopkeeper withdrew several framed pictures, obviously quite old. Irma's eyes brightened at the site. This might be what she was looking for.
A number of old pictures, obviously church icons, were spread before her. The shopkeeper offered comments in broken English "old - sixteen, fifteen century - from old church - very rare- you want?" Then he added, "Old book - too?" Her interest was piqued. She nodded.
After some further search, a very old book was produced, illustrated with several hand painted pictures. She failed to connect with the text, all in Russian, or perhaps Ukrainian, but the pictures cleared showed her it was a religious text, and probably at least two centuries old.
Irma employed her negotiating powers. She played the pictures against the book, seemingly debating which was her real interest. After a time, she finally had a bargain - the book and four small icons. She smiled as she paid out the cash, thinking how these would appear as rare finds in her home. All, she noted, were small enough to fit in her suitcase.
The shopkeeper offered no receipt, no papers. The deal was closed. The purchases were wrapped in a nondescript cloth and given to Irma. The two women left the shop, pleased their shopping expedition had yielded such quick results.