Sometimes there comes a moment when you realize that everything you do doesn’t make sense. You can do something really important, something that others can only dream of. You look around, and you realize that this place is completely wiped out of hopelessness, but you know how to get out of it, you say goodbye to your colleagues and... you go home. I am sitting in the operating PSPN (point of oil collection and preparation), far beyond the polar circle, waiting for the everywhere, which will take me through the tundra to the nearest point of civilization, from which a few days of road to home on trains with transplants.