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It was not a very cozy early April morning in the yard, and I was again in the departure lounge of Moscow's Sheremetyevo Airport. Sleepingly absorbing breakfast from cream soup and freshly squeezed juice, I tried to estimate how many hours I had flown over the last couple of years that I study at a university in the States. The score went on many dozens, approaching a hundred - I felt uncomfortable with the impressive figures, I shook my head and decided that it would be more harmless and interesting to study people around ...
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