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The next day was largely Helen's. Her tastes were less exotic, but resulted in more bulky purchases. At the end of the day, they retired to their room to prepare for their impending departure. Irma had thought it best to place the icons in the bottom of her suitcase, wrapped in articles of her apparel. Helen was unconcerned about her purchases, and packed most of them in a carton she had acquired along the way. They had a late late dinner, and retired early.
The day of their departure began. They breakfasted, and had arranged a car to transport them to the airport. The driver arrived on time, and they were off, anticipating a long day returning home. They would not be disappointed.
On arrival at the airport, they checked in for their flight. After receiving their boarding cards, they were ushered into a room where passports and customs papers were checked. Baggage, tagged for their flight, was still in their care until it was cleared by the customs officials.
The two approached the customs counter. They were directed to place their bags on the counter and unlock them. Two customs officers carefully looked over their currency and baggage declarations, and passports.
One official tapped on Helen's box. He indicated she was to open it, which she did. She stood as he carefully went through the contents, carefully looking at the pieces of clothing and jewelry she had purchased. Helen was a bit irritated as she saw her careful packing being disrupted by the rummaging hands of the official, as he withdrew item after item and looked it over. Finally, he seemed satisfied. With a nod of his head, he motioned for her to close it up. With a shrug she bent to the task of restoring order to her carefully packed carton.
Next was Irma's suitcase. Again, items were withdraw and examined. The officials seemed disinterested in conversation, or couldn't communicate in English. With sour expressions, they explored the contents of the luggage. At length an article was withdrawn, Irma's slacks, worn and unwashed, wrapped around one of the icons. The official carefully unwound the slacks. He withdrew the icon. His face brightened as he drew it out and held it up to the light.
The other official stopped what he was doing and turned to see the find. Together they inspected the icon. With an expression of disapproval, the customs officer looked directly at Irma. "Nyet!" he said, clearly, followed by a string of words in Russian which Irma could not decipher.
They burrowed further into her suitcase. One official looked over the customs papers she had completed, and pointed to it in a quizzical way. Their voices became animated. Irma sensed there was a problem.
"I just bought that - I didn't know there would be a problem with it! I'm sorry - can I leave it?" The official clearly did not understand. Then he found a second icon. He voice rose as he spoke to Irma. She flushed.