I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell the woman at the desk I want a room. She tells me my room number and gives me the key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and is always locked. Don't even peek in there." I take my key and go to my room to sleep. Night comes and I hear the trickling of water. It comes from the room across from mine. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red. Water is still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" I ask. She looked at me and begin to tell the story. There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red.