Where am I?
She could not remember how she got to this part of the city.
It looked deserted, like in those cop shows on TV, just before someone is attacked.
She looked closely at her map, trying to find the closest cross street.
After getting her bearings, she quickly put her map away, not wanting to be noticed as a tourist - that would make her a target for muggers.
Turning the corner, she came across a group of clothes shops.
Feeling relieved, she walked into the first shop, not noticing that the writing on the shop window was in Russian.
