Krasnoyarsk and Krasnoyarsk.
I urgently pulled at a point on the shore of the Karsk Sea - 200 meters to the water. I took a bath once, under a dam. We decided with Vytka, a hot Belarusian from a deaf village, before the army had seen nothing more than the Soviet pond, to put a hole in the point "navigated in the Northern Ice Ocean". And the weather for those regions stood abnormally hot - 18 degrees in mid-May. We took a boat - it was unrealistic to swim on the shore, stones and rocks, legs are broken - and we scratched 300 meters. When they saw the floating ice on the horizon, they felt a mess, but the Patsan honor did not allow them to withdraw.)Well, as a more frost-resistant Leningrader, I mowed 20 meters, 6 meters with 6 seedlings. The driver in the sensations of degrees 5, on the way back with the screams "you have been grinding for two minutes, let warm up!" picked up each other's waves.