He tried calling Tatiana, but it was like playing a slot machine that never paid off.
“…Lake Baikal?” “I haven’t been there yet.” “I read about it. Deepest lake in the world. Holds more fresh water than all other lakes in the world combined...”
Irkutsk was a university town full of students circulating from coffee shops to their first classes of the day. Walls were plastered with notices for chamber music, karaoke, flamenco. What impressed Arkady was the number of Buryat students. Many of them had made the leap from herding reindeer to an urban lifestyle in one generation.