It was a very odd flight from Frankfurt. We were up and down, left and right, diving and dashing through the clouds at 500 some odd miles per hour. As our Lufthansa flight began to descend out of the dense cloud coverage, my first impressions of Russia were formed. These five story Soviet-Era housing monsters dominated the skyline. It was as if this part of the world was frozen in the 60's. It seemed like an odd place, but I didn't judge it too harshly just yet. The airport had that same communist feel too it...everything was shades of yellow and gray. I felt as if they didn't want us there. I waited patiently with my friends in the Customs line, chatting about the flight, how much we slept, yadda yadda. It was then my
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