the last day on the far, far north

We drove along the hilly roads in Murmansk from Zapolyarny. It was my last day in the far north in 2014. I wanted to cry, because I knew that I would see him only after many months in the summer. He was nervous, he looked like a cold scaur. A few hours later, I went through passport control at the airport and sat waiting for my flight in the hall. I cried alone. The last thing I saw in the north, was the flyer Chanel, beautiful picture with beautiful model cheer me up. I sat in a small plane and after a couple hours I went back home.

Thank you.)