The air route.
A real case of 1976. We fly first from Leningrad to Krasnoyarsk on TU-154. The airport in Krasnoyarsk at that time was still within the city. It was probably built during the time of Jeremiah. And we need to move on the An-2 and fly further, to Novobyrilus. Comfortable, and large and small planes are here. The month of February, we waited for our corn and flew. It feels like an old road for 12 people. Something screams, something blows out. And we are in shape, i.e. in shells and boots on fish fur. Well, some puppy was rolling on the floor. The feet are covered. Fly for 40 minutes. It was cold, minutes counted. It’s time to sit down and we’re all flying. Thoughts are already crazy, maybe the wind is strong. Here, the pilot comes out of the cabin with the question - "are there locals?" My friend replied, I am local. He's a pilot - enter the cabin, we seem to have missed. As the fellow told me later. He says, look where we are. We will understand nothing. Sasha looked at him, quickly oriented. He says, turn back and take the right. Let’s fly over that village. A road behind her. We fly over the road about 30 km. And carefully before the next village you take to the right and see the flying field. Arrived, not the Tajiks still drove)