It certainly takes a long time to leave greater Omsk. This is where Dostoyevsky spent his 4 years in the gulag and drew his inspiration for his partially fictitious 'House of the Dead'.
Our friendly neighbor turned out to be FSB. A little more than 'cop' as he initially offered. A couple of militia boarded the train and asked to see what photos we'd taken. Apparently, we had passed through a no-no zone where a 'secret bridge' was located. However, they were friendly chaps just doing their job who were more than happy to let us off with a warning. After he told us he was secret service, all sorts of things occured to me about all manner of characters I'd run into previously. While I'm innocently snapping photos, am I being watched? All in a day's fun...
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