Moscow. Russia. Shock. Rudeness. I bumped into someone's cart and said:

• I’m sorry.

And the guy replied in familiar Russian:

• Miss, we're in Russia now. You can speak Russian.

Me:

• Sorry, it's a habit.

The guy nodded understandingly and walked away.

What?? They lost my luggage?? But it was loaded!! I only got my bottles from Duty Free... all my things were apparently somewhere in Paris. I'm already going crazy...

Vika is being met by her sister. Polina won't be picked up for a few more hours, and I need to buy a ticket to Novosibirsk. Which I did.

Saying goodbye to the girls was hard for me. I grew to love them so much over these days; we always supported each other, and we only got through all this because we were together. Each of us agreed that if we had been alone, we would have panicked.

Express train to Vnukovo. Is this an airport?? Our bus station is better than this! I had the impression that I had ended up in the 90s. Everything is shabby, gray, dreary. I'm sitting alone. Waiting for boarding. The plane. Only one thought: Just let us land safely and not crash somewhere in the Ural Mountains. I closed my eyes, just closed them. I open them, everyone has already eaten, but I haven't. Did I really fall asleep? No wonder! I hadn't slept for almost 5 days. The steward saw that I woke up and offered me food, which I didn't refuse.

Novosibirsk. God, it's so cold! Mom and my brother are meeting me. Home, the cat, my favorite sofa, and Mom's cooking! :) I slept for 20 hours. The next morning at breakfast, the phone rings. I run to the phone and I already know who is calling:

• Hello, is this Ekaterina Kuznetsova?

• Yes.

• This is Tolmachevo Airport. Your luggage has been found....