On that winter morning, I was driving a train on the route Peter-Volkhovstroy. Valery reported on the broadcast when the doors opened and closed, and called the stops. When we passed Nazia's station, he suddenly told me to drive more carefully, slightly slowing down, while the assistant referred to a strange dream.
I immediately wanted to send him to hell, but then glitches began for me too: I imagined a traffic light with a red signal right in the direction of the train. The vision was blurred as if in a haze. I slowed down and began to gaze intently ahead.
A couple of minutes later we saw: a large elk stood on our paths, blocking our path. We stopped. The elk, which was facing us, turned to the forest and stretched out its neck strongly. We had no choice but to get off the train and go in the direction the animal was pointing.
After walking a few meters through the snowdrifts, we saw a deep hole, and in it a young woman. She was trying to get out of the hole, relying on broken skis, and, it seems, was already starting to faint. I had to broadcast on the broadcast about the emergency on the road and ask for help from passengers. Fortunately, there was a doctor among the passengers who gave her first aid. As it turned out later, the girl decided to go skiing and got lost. All night I wandered through the forest, and in the morning, hearing the noise of passing trains, went to the sound and fell into a hole. The elk all this time continued to stand on the tracks and got off them only after we all returned to the train.