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UPDATE! I got a new job! I'm working as a Collegiate Assessor in 19th Century Russia. Only problem is I lost my nose. But I went straight to the office of the Police Commissioner. On the way, to my great shock and dismay, I found my nose in the form of a uniformed gentleman. I thought, to my horror: my own nose entering a mansion - on foot! I am awaiting his return. After all, in 19th century Russia, one must return to his carriage at some point. I do hope it is sooner rather than later. There is a patch of skin where my nose should be!