Altitude: 48,000 feet
Off the coast of Antarctica
69°22’25” S 76°22’18” E
approximately
“Kolya, I am going to rip out your eyes and crap in your skull!”
“This is not my doing, Captain.”
Captain Fyodor Novikov knew it wasn’t his navigator’s fault, but he needed someone to blame. The cargo jet was creaking worse than his grandfather’s knees as the storm slammed the Ilyushin-76 one way and then another across the Antarctic Sky.
When they had departed Cape Town International Airport, the report had been for clear weather all the way to Progress Station in Antarctica. And it had been…for the first four thousand kilometers of the flight.
But then Antarctica had decided to have a fit worse than his mother had when he’d brought home Aloysha. The shouts, the pounding of fists on the armchai
