Someone else´s place. The story is fiction.

There was no new year with parents to meet; the weather in Magadan on December 31 was only getting worse. And when a voice came out of the speakers, inviting those who wish to fly to Cape Schmidt, immediately go to check-in at the reception desk number 3, a uniform collapse occurred at the airport.
- Someone from the pilots in a hurry home! - hardly a neighbor trying to fly the second day to Bilibino.
AN-24, trudging through the snow clouds, falls into the zone of strong turbulence. And here it begins ...
“Vlad opened the passport again, peering into the photo. Then he opened the air ticket and looked at the date of the flight. Everything became clear. At least, it’s clear whose place he took! And when he took this place! Time if he doesn’t dream all that, it was impossible to lose - the AN-24 aircraft could at any time overcome the turbulence zone, escaping from the clouds with a snow charge and unpredictable consequences or features! Near lay diplo mate with a code lock. Closing his eyes, Vlad took the diplomat in his hands, twisting the castors´ wheels. The fingers typed the necessary code themselves and the locks opened. a tray of cheese, sausage, meatballs made from delicious chicken or turkey meat and swallowed without chewing.Time did not wait! Leafing through the pages one by one, Vlad did not go into details, he simply remembered. Tried to remember! Tried to see, knowing that later he will definitely remember it all! If necessary, if something is wrong, if suddenly there will be an error! True, it will not be so soon ...
     Vlad flipped and flipped, and remembered ...
     “Ladies and gentlemen, our plane ...” began to announce the start of a drop for landing in the San Dominican Republic Boeing 747, a flight attendant. Vlad picked up a ballpoint pen with an abbreviation of some company and twisted it before his eyes. "President WBA D. Mendoza" he read the inscription. "Caracas, Venezuela". Vlad slammed the suitcase, put it in place and stood up. He had to see himself in the mirror. Is he like the one on the passport photo? "
Leaving the turbulence zone, AN-24 continued its flight. And Vlad frantically went over in memory what he had managed to read in the papers of a diplomat, unconsciously clutching a ballpoint pen with the WBA logo, the World Boxing Association. He should have memorized more!