The Arctic is forever

On December 7, on the Civil Aviation Day, our plane was able to fly out of Dixon Airport. The weather corridor was very small for this. Lying out at least half an hour, then the nearest suitable weather conditions would be only on December 19. Port services worked in two directions: preparation for take -off and providing the crew. The issue of the bathhouse for the pilot on the Saturday day was already discussed (where I was also invited right away) at the same time passengers were given the command to enter their luggage on board.

An hour and a half of languid expectation in a warm room and a joyful team to occupy an ice salon. The legs have never frowned as in this "evacuation" flight. On Saturday, at 08.00 he arrived in the fierce and sunny capital of the Yenisei Territory.

With warmth and joy, I recall the Dixons and Dixon himself. Now I’ll fly there in the summer.

PS And here I am in a hat, carefully donated Katya Rebies. She saved me, because even moving her cheek with short dashes, he pierced a little - and he could get his head

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