It started to get dark and hard snow. I found the village late at night, chilled to the bone. The village was quiet, everyone was asleep and our skis were exactly where we left them. Fortunately, they were still rolling. I immediately drove back towards gross Norilsk. I thought. I can not tell you what happened, you could fool me and accused me of murdering my four colleagues. Path to mine, I remember, and I was not the only evidence. The town I arrived early in the morning, fortunately, most of the city was still asleep. I had no money with me, but I could sell scooter.
At this time of year for it will surely be interested. Before long, I had the money for the trip home. Before noon, I took a train along the same route and I was shipped back to Moscow, where I rode the train home.