This is intriguing, but we have to hurry. Devid stops. I must check the car," he mumbles. "I'll come back." With that, he rushes off. "Sure, I'll wait," I answer. I am under the spell of Red Square's wonder until fear pours into my mind. Who is Devid? Where has he gone? My suitcase and purse are in his car, with my visa and ticket.

"I thought you like this ice cream," Devid says, gently tapping my ann. He hands me an ice cream cone. "I had to check the car;it almost got a parking ticket," he says. "Oh, no problem at all," I say. "Thanks." The cold ice cream restores me to reality.

Finally, we arrive at the airport. " Last stop," Devid calls out. lie unloads my bags. He opens his arms and gives me a hug.

I thank him for being the best taxi driver and tour guide ever, and hand him a good amount of dollars.

1.Why did the writer call a taxi?

A.To avoid getting lost in Moscow.

B.To rush to the airport in time.

C.To have a quick visit in Moscow.

D.To remove the burden of her luggage.

2.What puzzled the writer at first?

A.Why Devid answered her call so quickly.

B.Why Devid was familiar with foreign customs.

C.Why Devid had a good command of English.

D.Why Devid asked her to sit in the front passenger seat.

3.After Devid went to check his car, the writer felt ______.

A.worried

B.relaxed

C.confused

D.excited

4.Why did Devid go to check his car?

A.His car might break down halfway.