After more than a day, on Wednesday afternoon, Vic woke up in the compartment of the fast train Chita-Moscow. The time was approaching noon, the rest of the expedition - Mike, Tokha and Zhenya - were sleeping. Well, yes, the plane fell out the previous night, and the day was spent in labor and care, we barely made it to the nine o'clock evening train. A plane would be better, but it does not fly between Chita and Irkutsk every day, the flight from Chita was supposed to take off somewhere now, or a little later, and they are already approaching Vydrino, judging by what is visible through the window....