we celebrated the new year near the steep shore of de longo bay. minutes 24 hours local time, i stoppede weapons, the guys grabbed rocket launchers, the only gun, the carbine looked at me in surprise, probably everyone forgot about the new year, in honor of the upcoming new year 1983, fire, bang , bang, hurray, our voices echoed on the steep rocks, -32°, but no one noticed the cold, the dogs were surprised looking at our wild beach. "we, in our fur outfits , are dancing into the polar night under the flashes of the extraordinary purity of the northern lights. the arctic itself is with us, playing with laughter at this hour. we are in the kingdom of the queen of the arctic. i wanted to sing, dance, jump, from somewhere bulgarian champagne appeared, it seems like a gift in the last village, but it’s impossible to drink it, it’s frozen. we sang the children's christmas tree and set off on our journey in the most solemn mood. sergei solovyov's nephew alexander is also with us today, you showed us an amazingly beautiful house with artifacts of your uncle, let's see, the house that he built w