The young girl met the man at a cafe.

It had been two months since she had fled Russia. Today, she was meeting with her last contact.

He would have the documents necessary for her to get into Canada and start a new life.

The man, Pierre, handed her a plain brown envelope. "All you will need is inside. Your flight leaves in 4 hours."

He held her hand. "Your father was a good man. I will miss him."

The young girl nodded, forcing a smile. "So will I."

She stood, hailed a cab and was off to the airport.