Yelena finally looked up. “The Berezina. Near the old partisan bunkers?”
“I’ve been planning this since you arrived in Belarus,” Yelena said. “I just didn’t know which problem you’d create first. You’re filmmakers. You always create a problem. My job is to fix it before it fixes you.” film fixers in belarus
That’s when they called Yelena.
“He just vanished,” said Mia, the young British director, still trembling from the morning’s events. “We were filming near the Berezina. A man in a green jacket asked for our papers. Next thing, they took the memory card and told us to leave. Dmitri said he’d handle it. That was six hours ago.” Yelena finally looked up
“You lost a camera,” Yelena said, not looking up from her tea. She was in her early forties, with sharp gray eyes and hair pulled back so tightly it looked like it was trying to escape. “And you lost Dmitri.” “I just didn’t know which problem you’d create first