We went to Yekaterinburg for our visa. As soon as everyone sat down, you could hear voices all over the train car: "HEYY MOM/DAD, I'M ON THE TRAIN, WE'RE ABOUT TO EAT!!" We started moving... we got to know each other—it was Anya, Timur, Sveta, and me—and immediately someone said, "Maybe cards?" "No, gotta eat first." We ate and started playing. Other students joined us, but they'd bet 2 and leave to go drink. They turned off the lights, some girls came up to us and said, "Let's go to the dining car." Well, what else to do? Let's go, I didn't want to sleep anyway. I thought I'd have a beer, but they told me it was 70 rubles a bottle, so I changed my mind. The girls bought two bottles of wine and asked me, "Why aren't you drinking?" Not wanting to say I was stingy, I said, "I'm an athlete!!" We sat until closing and went to our bunks to sleep. We woke up, had breakfast, and played cards again. In general, nothing interesting happened on the train. We arrived in Yekaterinburg, and the girls went to an apartment, about 10-15 people. I stayed at the station with Timur and Sveta, trying not to fall asleep. I held on, held on, and woke up in the morning. I looked at Timur sleeping next to me, who was clearly trying to memorize interview questions, judging by the papers scattered around his feet. I woke him up since Sveta was already awake, and we headed to the metro. We arrived at the station mentioned in the guidebook and started looking for the consulate. We searched and searched until a crowd of students came up to us and said, "Are you going to the consulate too?" "Yeah." "Well, then you're with us." Picking up other students, we walked to the consulate as a group. I was number 1. I stood by the door, having taken off my belt and holding up my pants. They told us to go in and empty our pockets. OH!! That's what I forgot to do. I started pulling out all sorts of junk, and they told me, "Hey, wait, go out and put all that in your bag." I put all that stuff in Sveta's bag, and all the other students followed suit. Then some students said, "Throw all the bags in our car so we don't have to carry them." Our organizer said, "Oh, right, throw them in the car." So everyone did. I went up to the 4th floor and was met by the security guard who I think everyone grew to love. He said, "Undress, take a hanger, and hang it in the cloakroom." How was I supposed to know that the metal pipe I took the hanger from was the cloakroom? "Where's the lady with the claim tickets?" I thought. I asked the guard, "Where's the cloakroom?" His look meant I'd said something very stupid, and he replied, "Take it with you." So I did. The consul called me, we talked, a couple of questions, and "Visa is approved." Why was everyone repeating those questions? I'd seen them once and hadn't even read them. I rushed downstairs, our group met me, and then I heard, "Ivan Abramenko, back for a follow-up interview." You probably remember how in many movies, when the main character is surprised, the camera zooms in sharply? Well, something like that happened to me. With a scared face, I went back up—customs again, guard again—and the consul says, "I'm sorry, I forgot to scan your finger." PHEW, THANK GOD!! I ran out to the street, happy, and my first thought was to get my stuff. I saw students running around looking for their things too. I ran around two blocks back and forth, but the car wasn't there. Many were panicking because they had all their documents and money in there. I caught the guys who said to put the stuff in the car, they told me what it looked like, the color, the plates, and I started searching. 30 minutes later, many were panicking—no car, no stuff. I started thinking about what to do next, and then a girl's voice was heard: "THE CAR, THE CAR!!!" And a crowd of people ran to this white 9-model car. The driver, smiling, said, "Sorry, we were running errands." We got ready to go to MEGA, wandered around the shops, and went to the station. We split up there—some to Novosibirsk and then Barnaul, others on a direct flight to Barnaul. In principle, nothing interesting happened on the train. The main thing is that the visa is approved, and I started waiting for May 29th, the departure date from Barnaul.