“Fyodor! This is most astonishing!” Sergey had worked through the night he was so intrigued. “It’s the Ninilchik dialect.”
Ninilchik…as in, Alaska?
Fyodor could understand Russian being spoken in Alaska, but how did this relic of a dialect make its way back here?
“Where did you get this recording?” Sergey hadn’t heard anything like it in all his years as a linguist.
“In a crate with some old ammunition.” Fyodor hoped to sweep away his friend’s interest with layers of historical dust.
“Who is she?”
“I don’t know.” That much was true, Fyodor thought, as his anxiety began to rise.