Here they may have stopped to put on their masks. They went through the arch and down a dark alley before they arrived at an unlit empty parking lot, blacktop crumbling. They walked down a long street between a busy road and a canal until they came to an arch in a building.
One evening in November-the city center like a bowl of pastel candies, Orthodox onion-domes rising above it like spun sugar-two strangers found their way to LaSky.
