The first point on the map. 11 hours from Moscow, on the far edge of the country - a place that felt impossibly distant, unfamiliar, and a little frightening. And yet, fascinating in a way that made every mile worth it.
A city shaped by history, strength and memory. A place where the past is always close, and every familiar street carries a story. Some places become part of the journey. Others become part of who you are.
A city that never slows down, never truly sleeps. Somewhere between its endless rhythm and quiet moments, Moscow became a second home - leaving behind memories, encounters, and little piece of itself in author's heart.