I was very shy and shy when I was 10. At the same age, in the winter in Yakutsk (-40 on the street and thick fog), I missed my stop (since ice formed on the windows of the bus, and no one warned the stops). I was in 3rd grade, it was a Tuesday, and on Tuesdays we were going to the Children’s Palace (but that’s another story). At the time, the trip was free for primary classes, and for adults it cost 5 rubles. The driver announces the final stop and asks everyone to leave (I panic), but nothing to do, silently left, thinking across the road to the next stop I will go. And once out, it turns out to be the final stop - this is a desert with broken cars (frames), beyond 10 meters nothing can be seen because of the fog. The bus went somewhere, and I decided to go back as I arrived, I went for 20 minutes and got to the paved road, but no stops are visible, no signs. In the first 20 minutes my legs were very cold, but either from panic or something, the next 30 minutes I didn’t feel them literally, they were walking themselves, and I didn’t feel them. As a result, I got to some parking near the only less alive object (building store). And then the instinct of self-preservation worked and I knocked on the window of a regular car and asked how to get to the Palace of Childhood and described the whole situation with a shaking voice in a few words. The driver invited us to sit in the car to warm up, another 10 minutes we waited for his companion from the store. Eventually, they landed me at the Palace of Childhood and gave me 10 rubles. Already in the Palace of Childhood in an hour I began to feel the legs, and after that another hour they were warm=) A huge thank you and a low tribute to good people!