Ida chats to us and through a mixture of russian, mongolian, chinese words and charades, we piece together the dynamics of the system. There is a trilateral capitalistic marriage of sorts between the Chinese, Russian and Mongolian (ahem) organisations where the Mongolians act as the go-between between the estranged pair. For example, the black pvc mens jackets cost 100 rubles from the Chinese, and are sold along the way (by the mongolians) to local russians for 200-300 rubles. Russians retail these at about 500 rubles in Moscow. Everyone knows their place and no one sells above the 'recommended retail price' lest they get yanked by the authorities who'll 'have a word with them'.
After sweet talking us for about an hour or two, Ida moves in her consignment of black jackets and padded coats.
We begin to get used to our surroundings. Several chaps knock on the door (a first) and point at the ceiling. I nod and move to let them unscrew the light panel and remove about fifty rolled up brown jackets and more jeans.
Ida disappears and reemerges several times during the day, sporting various items of fashion, shoes and makeup. We are slowly getting sucked in ... Lisa has enquired about a certain white coat..

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