"We don't technically open for another few hours. I'll just lock up."

Luckily, the plywood does make for a sturdier barrier than glass, and a far less transparent one. A boarded-up, locked building has better than even odds of being ignored by opportunists.

Andrei unfolds his arms and hops down from his stepladder, pulling out a ring of old-fashioned metal keys and turning the three locks (latch, deadbolt, other deadbolt) on the sturdy carbon-plastic door.

"Shall we?" he inquired, sweeping one hand out in a dramatic gesture towards the street.