It probably doesn’t happen very often that there are people in your life who are enormously important to you, and you don’t even know their names. That’s exactly my case. After everything that happened, I feel such immense gratitude toward so many people that you’ll get tired of reading posts on this subject. But I want to start with a few people who, as it turned out, played a key role in my fate, and I don’t even know how to address them except as “unknown kind friends.” As I understand it (this is only a version; I can’t assert anything for certain), the killers’ plan was simple: I would start feeling bad 20 minutes after takeoff, and another 15 minutes later I would pass out. Medical help would be guaranteed to be unavailable, and another hour after that I would continue my journey in a black plastic bag in the last row of seats, horrifying passengers on their way to the bathroom. That is exactly how it was going, but then a chain of lucky coincidences and the decisive actions of unknown kind people began. First, the pilots quickly landed the plane in Omsk, despite a reported bomb threat at the airport. Second, the airport medical staff who came out, and the ambulance that arrived after them, didn’t start spouting nonsense about diabetes and so on. They immediately said clearly: “This is toxic poisoning,” and gave me a dose of atropine. In other words, the pilots and the first medics simply gave me an extra 15–20 hours of life. Everything that followed was very dramatic and deserves a separate story, but there would definitely be nothing to tell if it weren’t for those people. Thank you, unknown kind friends. You are good people.