We arrived in front of a giant metal door; Amy knocked, not seeing a handle or anything. After a few seconds, the door opened horizontally and a tall woman with her black hair pulled back into a tight bun walked out. She was wearing a white labcoat and a gasmask. Her mask wasn’t tied on correctly, but I assumed it was so we could hear her properly.

“What are kids doing here?” She asked us with a thick Russian accent, looking down at us,

“We just wanted to look through the science lab,” Amy brought up politely, “Please, Miss…”

“Miss Yulia Chaykovsky.” The woman glared down at us, she seemed to contemplate letting us in, “Fine. You may enter.” Ms. Chaykovsky stepped out of our way, letting us come in. “If anyone asks why you are here, just tell them... that Yulia let you in.” I thought that I saw her drop something from her pocket as she walked away and let us wander around.