It was a good night at Mirny. Besides some reports of an esacped prisenor steeling a I-16 Ishak at Tomsk. Nothing for us to worry about. Then, over the radio, I here a desprate Mayday. "MAYDAY!! MAYDAY!! This is Tupolev 126 Kursk, Going down over northen Siberia! Do you read me?" I could here wind and static over the tranmition. I needed to act fast. Yes, comrade, I read. What is your position? I asked "65 decgrese north by 115 decgrese west" Okay. What is your status? "We had an explosive decompression." How did you stay in? "I was in the radio campartment. I am loosing altitude fast. Please hurry." With that, we all piled into the Mi-6 chopper.
There was very little moon light as we raced to the crash site. Time was of the esence in the sub-zero tempature.
At last! We found the plane on a frozen river. It was huge! A mavel of Socialest enginering. We saw him huddled up next to a part of the plane that was on fire. We turned on the lights and Landed. We got out and ran to him. He was alive. but out cold with a weak pluse. We hurried him back on the chopper and headed back to base.
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