I rented an apartment here on the penultimate day in Krasnoyarsk, remotely. Agreed with a Bishkek Tatar for a day. It was impossible to book anything through Internet services. The money was transferred through Sberbank Online. There was a fear that they would throw me, I was ready to return to the airport and spend the night there. As a result, the apartment turned out to be an old odnushka in Khrushchev, a bunch of cockroaches. At night, when I turned on the light, they literally hung from the walls, one climbed into a backpack.
The next morning I decided to go to the airport early. In anticipation, he feverishly searched for housing in Tbilisi by groups in the telegram. Last night I was a member of only one emigrant public. By the middle of the day there were regarding 25 of them.
After arriving in Sharjah (UAE), I met at the airport with two young Russian guys – an IT specialist from Moscow and a musician from St. Petersburg. You can easily notice your own, the majority here are either black, or Arabs or Indians. All the whites in the huge airport are Russians. The guys with housing were simpler – either relatives will shelter, or acquaintances. My comrades in Tbilisi might only accommodate me for a day.
