Emerging onto the street with Maria Valentinovna, I failed to find a cabman. So we set out on foot. We’d turned into Kamennoostrovsky Prospekt when suddenly we heard the sound of gunfire and the clatter of bullets. If my courage wavered in that moment, can you imagine the state of my wife? – Running from porch to porch and hiding in doorways under cover of darkness – the streetlamps not having been lit – we somehow made it home.