Misha shook his hand with practiced ease. "Well, some students call ahead and let us know they need a ride, or they're air dropped over the pool. We also arrange regular rides into the village if the kids want to go in after the classes." He didn't comment on how people afforded anything. He wasn't in a position to gripe about finances.
He looked around outside the gate. "Where are your bags?"
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