Intro. Siberia. Cold, wild and merciless. The terrible cold of this place spares no one. It will be especially bad for those who are not used to the local weather, for example, for a foreigner. Whatever the nature is here, Russians find opportunities to live here. For example, the peasant Grigory with his son Alexander. They have been living here for a very long time. They arrived when Alex's mother died. At first, Grigory got drunk out of grief and slept on the sofa, But then he pulled himself together and became a real man. He raised his son in the same way: he taught him to chop wood, hunt, make traps, survive, build, fight, and repair. So they lived here for 15 years. Their hut is small, but very warm and cozy.
Late one night, thunder was heard, so loud that both men woke up. Grigory immediately thought that the war had begun, but after that there were no sounds. On the way, they met the charred wreckage of the plane, which could not be recognized as Russian or foreign. There was black smoke in the sky from