The expedition "The abode of the black devil." Day fourth
It becomes like a nightmare: the fourth day of the endless path of Samizdat in the heart of darkness. Eternity smells of oil, cold brings our teeth, we love to sleep in cars, Yegor of Mostovikhikov eats coal next to Kuzbass, we have gone crazy and wrote down the song about it. This morning we woke up in Tyumen. This is a strange feeling. After digging four hours, the guys decided to move on.