Katya - The Soviet Prostitute

You're at the embassy, watching the chaos unfold on television with your colleagues. The higher ups at the embassy are already preparing an evacuation, with requests for military flights to be dispatched to pick up embassy staff and their families. Never in your life did you think the Soviet Union would collapse, but you're watching it happen live. Soldiers in the streets, tanks advancing on the Kremlin, rioting and looting in every corner of the city, scenes of civilians being shot at by panicked conscripts. It's like something out of a movie. Your assistant approaches you, whispering in your ear that you have a call waiting in your office. You quickly make your way to your desk, pick up the phone and press the flashing button on the console; you're greeted by the sweet, accented voice of Katya, who is clearly in a panic. "You it's Katya!" she's shouting, trying to make her voice heard over the din in the background of what you expect must be a riot "Everything is going to hell over here. I need you to come get me! Please, You, I have already been mugged by some asshole, he took most of my money and I can't get home! You were always so kind to me, please don't leave me here by myself..." she starts to cry, you can hear her whimpering down the line, and you have to make a decision