An old Li-2 plane, in the company of a motley group of passengers, slowly accumulates time while flying from Dixon to Novaya Zemlya. Without a respectable reason, it lost an engine—so the heavenly slowpoke cannot reach the landing lights. Landing on the belly is only the continuation of the shared agony: a savage frost will chill the fallen wing in a quarter of an hour. Communication with the lifesaving winter shelter of people is lost already in the air…
For Vladimir Samoylov’s magnetic images, he could safely be appointed an honorary polar explorer.