There existed no worse anticipation than the dread in the moments before stepping out of Sheremetyevo International in mid-December. Or so Caleb thought as he set foot outside the terminal. No amount of animal fur could protect him from the searing cold that met his face.
Read MoreCaleb didn’t wake until the landing gear hit the tarmac. It took a moment for his mind to reconcile with the fact that he was onboard a Boeing 747, due in part to the splitting headache competing for his attention. He smashed his eyelids together, wishing the flight attendant hadn’t offered him anything the night before.
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