I must apologize to you, dear readers, but I have no desire to write about the return trip... And where would that desire come from? Judge for yourselves:

1. Due to a flight delay in Philadelphia, we arrived at Arlanda (Sweden) just as our plane to Moscow was taking off. (waiting for the next one, anxiety...)
2. An unforgettable scene of global chaos at passport control in Sheremetyevo-2. Hundreds of people packed into a small hall, fainting and having seizures. Angry chanting like in a stadium, "Fucking Russia," stomping, banging, etc. Total: minus 2.5 hours (!!!!!!!!) just for passport control.
3. Absence of ALL our luggage.
4. The most idiotic and lengthy processing of lost luggage claims at customs.
5. As a result of all the previous points, missing our flight to Krasnoyarsk.
6. The signature phrase of a conscientious worker at the ticket counter: "These are exclusively your problems, a ticket for the next flight to Krasnoyarsk is 32,500 rubles."
7. A "long-awaited" nervous breakdown.
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Enough?...

And I'll tell you a secret: I was ashamed that this is my country. I sincerely felt sorry for the foreigners who had the same problems as us, but it was much worse for them: no one understood them! At that same counter, to a Chinese man's requests for help with exchanging his ticket, the brilliant cashier only repeated a mysterious "Yes, yes"...

Know this, everyone: it was the most terrible day. The day of our return to Russia.