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"Typical," Anton muttered. "I have a powerful gaming rig sitting right here, and I can't even see if the Number 63 is around the corner."

The Siberian winter didn’t care about Anton’s schedule. Outside his window in Krasnoyarsk, the temperature had plummeted to -30°C, and the wind was howling across the Yenisei. Anton had a meeting across town in an hour, and in this weather, every second spent standing at a bus stop felt like an eternity. skachat krasbus na kompiuter

He tracked the Number 2 bus—his best bet—as it struggled through the snow near the Theater Square. It was ten minutes away. "Typical," Anton muttered

The familiar green icon popped up on his desktop. He opened it, and suddenly, the map of Krasnoyarsk filled his 27-inch monitor. It was glorious. No more squinting at a tiny, freezing screen. He could see every bus, trolleybus, and tram crawling through the city streets like little digital ants. Anton had a meeting across town in an