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Speaker 1: as advised. The rafters floated steadily down the fast flowing
Speaker 1: waters of the Sneeshnaya River, reveling in the serenity of
Speaker 1: the vast wilderness around them. Towering above to the north,
Speaker 1: under a boundless cerulean sky, were the gentle slopes of
Speaker 1: Deep Siberias Kama Daban Mountains, their tops dusted with pristine snow.
Speaker 1: It was mid August nineteen ninety three, and they'd come
Speaker 1: from Kiev for an adventurous, weak long trip of camping,
Speaker 1: rafting and hiking. What they hadn't reckoned on was the rain.
Speaker 1: For days it had refused to let up. However, though
Speaker 1: the waters were faster and higher than expected, their inflatable
Speaker 1: catamarans were more than up to the task, and as
Speaker 1: they set out that day, a pale morning sun had
Speaker 1: finally burned off the cloud and the cyclone that had
Speaker 1: unexpectedly torn through the region had all but vanished. They
Speaker 1: paddled slowly, letting the river do the work, talking and
Speaker 1: laughing among themselves as sunlight danced on the water. On
Speaker 1: both sides, Vast tiger forests stretched up into the hills.
Speaker 1: The tops of the countless birch, pine and larch swayed
Speaker 1: silently under the sound of the river's rushing water. There
Speaker 1: was not a soul around. As they paddled around a
Speaker 1: tight bend in the river, one of the rafters caught
Speaker 1: sight of something unexpected at the tree line. A bear, perhaps,
Speaker 1: he thought, as his mind worked feverishly to calibrate the
Speaker 1: unexpected object. Or was it simply paradolia, a trick of
Speaker 1: the light He blinked hard and squinted as they drifted
Speaker 1: past it, and then the shape finally fixed in his brain.
Speaker 1: It was a teenage girl sitting alone on the river bank.
Speaker 1: Her hair was tangled and matted, and her clothes smeared
Speaker 1: with dirt. Having almost drifted past her completely, the girl
Speaker 1: suddenly stood up and began to wave frantically, screaming for help.
Speaker 1: In shock, the rafters hurriedly paddled over to her as
Speaker 1: their catamarans crunched onto the rocks. One of the group
Speaker 1: instinctively held out her arms to the girl, who threw
Speaker 1: herself into them. She sank her head deep into the
Speaker 1: woman's chest, sobbing uncontrollably. The others crowded round, desperate to
Speaker 1: know what had happened and where she'd come from, but
Speaker 1: the girl was too inconsolable to speak. Spotting her large
Speaker 1: hiking pack on the shore, two of the group tied
Speaker 1: up the boats and jumped out to retrieve it. As
Speaker 1: they bent down to pick it up, they stopped suddenly
Speaker 1: and felt a chill run up their spines. The pack
Speaker 1: was covered in dried blood. The men turned back to
Speaker 1: the girl. Is this your blood? They asked? Finally, She
Speaker 1: lifted her head and turned to face them, and then
Speaker 1: she began to murmur, over and over again. They're dead,
Speaker 1: she said, They're all dead. You're listening to Unexplained, and
Speaker 1: I'm Richard McLean Smith. There are few regions of the
Speaker 1: world as large and as largely misunderstood as Siberia. Despite
Speaker 1: encompassing more than eight million square miles, it remains a
Speaker 1: place often overlooked, practically forgotten by the Western world. It
Speaker 1: can be a struggle to even define Siberia geographically Asian,
Speaker 1: yet culturally far more complex, incorporating influences from Asia and Europe,
Speaker 1: including ancient Arctic and Scandinavian. Its political borders have shifted
Speaker 1: through the century. Today, the widely recognized boundaries are the
Speaker 1: Ural Mountains in the west and the Pacific Ocean to
Speaker 1: the east. To the north, Siberia fragments into the bitter
Speaker 1: Arctic wastes. In between lies barren tundra and brutal mountains,
Speaker 1: a sea of inhospitable wilderness surrounding islands of hardy human habitation,
Speaker 1: and of those inhabitants, those outside know fairly little. The
Speaker 1: average Westerner, for example, has only the vaguest concept of
Speaker 1: Siberia's history, which reaches back at least forty thousand years
Speaker 1: across almost ten percent of the world's land surface. In
Speaker 1: such vast ancient places, is it any wonder that mysteries abound.
Speaker 1: We have covered our own share of Siberian mysteries in
Speaker 1: previous episodes of Unexplained. Earlier this season in episode eighteen,
Speaker 1: The Hardest Hue To Hold, which told the story of
Speaker 1: the strange black sarcophagus from the supposed Teesul princess found inside.
Speaker 1: Back in season two, episode four, when the snow melts,
Speaker 1: we recounted the so called d'atlov Pass incident of nineteen
Speaker 1: fifty nine, when nine young Soviet hikers died in uncanny
Speaker 1: circumstances on the slopes of the Ural Mountains. That particular
Speaker 1: incident is perhaps Siberia's most famous puzzle, with all of
Speaker 1: the necessary ingredients to endure tragic death, cold war paranoia,
Speaker 1: a hint of the other worldly, and the sinister undercurrent
Speaker 1: of more earthly machinations, it is, simply put a great story. However,
Speaker 1: the Urals are far from the only mountains in Siberia,
Speaker 1: and the d'atlov Pass incident was not the only time
Speaker 1: that something went extremely inexplicably wrong up in the high cold.
Speaker 1: The Kamar D'aban Mountain range is a snow capped wall
Speaker 1: in southeastern Siberia. Situated in the remote and rugged republic
Speaker 1: of Buriatia, The range runs from two hundred and sixty
Speaker 1: miles from the southern tip of Lake Baikal. These are
Speaker 1: some of the oldest mountains on the planet, a series
Speaker 1: of smooth domed peaks staring down like the weathered brows
Speaker 1: of judges. The highest of them, Mount krn Ula, rises
Speaker 1: to nearly eight thousand feet, while almost all are well
Speaker 1: over six thousand. At their base, the valley floor is
Speaker 1: covered in tiger forest, a dense carpet of conifer, cedar
Speaker 1: and rhododendron. They form a dark contrast to the mountains themselves,
Speaker 1: which are never free of snow, even at the height
Speaker 1: of summer. It's a beautiful, if foreboding backdrop for the
Speaker 1: tourists who come to soak in the bathhouses and hot springs,
Speaker 1: but for those of a boulder inclination, the Khamar Daban
Speaker 1: trails beckon like waving fingers. On August second, nineteen ninety three,
Speaker 1: seven adventurers arrived in the tiny settlement of Marino on
Speaker 1: the south bank of Lake Baikan, the last embarkation point
Speaker 1: before entering the Kamar Daban. They were all part of
Speaker 1: the Asimut Hiking Club in Petra Pavel, a city in
Speaker 1: northern Kazakhstan close to the Russian border. Like a number
Speaker 1: of other hikers arriving in the region that day, they
Speaker 1: were there as part of Kazakhstan's to Riada Festival, a
Speaker 1: national sports and tourism event. At the head of the
Speaker 1: team was experienced and highly skilled outdoor survivalist forty one
Speaker 1: year old lead Miller Corovina. Tall and striking, her curled
Speaker 1: blonde hair and accompanying bow of ribbons, was seemingly at
Speaker 1: odds with a life of isolated adventure. As a recipient
Speaker 1: of a Master of Sport, a certificate acquired from the
Speaker 1: exacting Ministry of Sport and signed off by three internationally
Speaker 1: renowned experts, her pedigree was beyond question. She was idolized
Speaker 1: by all the aspiring outdoors people that she met. The
Speaker 1: six other adventurers on the trip were all under her tutelage.
Speaker 1: Twenty three year old Alexander Kreesin was her second in command.
Speaker 1: Studying at Bauman Moscow State Technical University, the mit of Russia,
Speaker 1: he was a prestigious student. He fell in love with
Speaker 1: mountaineering at the age of twelve and quickly came under
Speaker 1: Ludmiller's wing, who in turn developed a deep bond with
Speaker 1: the young man. She called him Sasha with mother affection.
Speaker 1: That August, Alexander finished his final exams, then raced immediately
Speaker 1: to the mountains to join his teacher. Alexander was physically
Speaker 1: the strongest of the group and also looked up to
Speaker 1: by the others, but one year older Tatiana Pilipenko was
Speaker 1: the next most experienced. She worked as a secretary at
Speaker 1: a teaching college back in Petro Pavel and had completed
Speaker 1: numerous tracks with Lyudmiller. Nineteen year old Denis Schwatchkin was
Speaker 1: lucky to be there. He'd only been drafted in at
Speaker 1: the last minute when a fellow hiker was refused permission
Speaker 1: from his parents to join the trek. Fortunately for Dennis,
Speaker 1: his parents were away at the time, and being slightly older,
Speaker 1: he didn't need their permission. Unable to contact them, he
Speaker 1: left a message instead before heading out the door. It
Speaker 1: read simply, I went to the mountains. I'll be back soon.
Speaker 1: Then there was seventeen year old Valanina Utuchenko, known as
Speaker 1: Valia to her friends and Timor Bapenoff. Though the baby
Speaker 1: of the group at only fifteen years old, Timur had
Speaker 1: packed many hours of trekking into his short life thanks
Speaker 1: to his keen sporting parents. Lastly, there was sixteen year
Speaker 1: old Victoria Salasova. Lud Miller had been hesitant about including
Speaker 1: her in the group. Once on a winter hike, Victoria
Speaker 1: became fatigued and broke down. In lud Miller's own words,
Speaker 1: she began acting up and struggle to make it back
Speaker 1: to base camp. But Victoria was desperate to go and
Speaker 1: desperate to prove herself to Ludmiller too. After an impassioned
Speaker 1: phone call from the girl's parents, lut Miller reluctantly agreed
Speaker 1: to let her join. Lyud Miller and her team began
Speaker 1: their preparations six months in advance. Being the leader, it
Speaker 1: was Ludmiller's responsibility to compile the maps. Having trecked the
Speaker 1: area numerous times before, she diligently mapped out the route,
Speaker 1: marking out the precise location of where she expected the
Speaker 1: team to be every hour. She also drew up a
Speaker 1: rations plan, guaranteeing each member that required twenty four hundred
Speaker 1: kilo calories per day, that be hot food and snacks
Speaker 1: between meals composed of stewed meat, vegetables, cereals, dry milk,
Speaker 1: as well as candy and chocolate. Being an experienced forager,
Speaker 1: she also had the skills to locate food on the
Speaker 1: mountain should they need it. When it came to the
Speaker 1: physical training, Lute Miller was known for her tough love,
Speaker 1: demanding much of her students but also endowing them with
Speaker 1: the skills and confidence required for such inhospitable terrain. And
Speaker 1: respected her, But they loved her too. They called her Master,
Speaker 1: and she in turn cared about them deeply. Also taking
Speaker 1: part in the Turiada Festival that year was Lude Miller's
Speaker 1: sixteen year old daughter Natalia. Despite her age, Natalia was
Speaker 1: already a hugely proficient mountaineer, a testament to her mother's
Speaker 1: ability to teach and train. Lud Miller also reassured herself
Speaker 1: that should anything go wrong with Natalia's hike, she would
Speaker 1: be on hand to offer rescue. They make a plan
Speaker 1: to rendezvous three days later at the midpoint of each
Speaker 1: other's trek on August fifth. On the morning of August second,
Speaker 1: lud Miller and the others make their final preparations. By then,
Speaker 1: Natalia's group are already underway, taking a more moderate route
Speaker 1: through the mountains. Lud Miller's group have set themselves a
Speaker 1: more serious challenge. They plan to cover over seventy miles
Speaker 1: and make several ascents, including summiting Mount han Ula, the
Speaker 1: highest peak located at roughly seventy five hundred feet above
Speaker 1: sea level. From there they will descend toward the city
Speaker 1: of Shlutyanka, their finish line, located about eighty miles further
Speaker 1: up the lake shore. It's a long, difficult horseshoe route
Speaker 1: that quickly takes you out of the relatively low lying
Speaker 1: Tiger forest and into the rugged barren trails and perilously
Speaker 1: exposed snowy ridge lines above. Thanks to Ludmilla, the team
Speaker 1: are well prepared, though the weather looks to be on
Speaker 1: their side too when they step off the train that
Speaker 1: August morning under a bright sun and clear Siberian skies,
Speaker 1: and with that, after a few last checks, the team
Speaker 1: headed up into the mountains. The first few days are
Speaker 1: a sink as the team make quick work of the
Speaker 1: proposed route, scrambling eagerly up through the forest, their vast
Speaker 1: backpacks bobbying up and down behind them. They eat four
Speaker 1: times a day, gathering firewood from the forest and forage
Speaker 1: mushrooms and berries as they go. By August fourth, as
Speaker 1: they head up the steep slopes of Retranslator Mountain, they
Speaker 1: are comfortably ahead of Ludmiller's taxing schedule. Happy, full of energy,
Speaker 1: and well fed, they are having the time of their lives.
Speaker 1: They chat excitedly about surprising Ludmiller's daughter Natalia's group by
Speaker 1: arriving at the rendezvous point first. But then in an instant,
Speaker 1: everything changes. It was sometime into the third day when
Speaker 1: the team, now trekking through the barren upper reaches of
Speaker 1: the mountain beyond the tree line, feel the first drops
Speaker 1: of rain. They had watched with no little concern as
Speaker 1: a thick barrier of cloud steadily crept in from the south,
Speaker 1: but since the forecast had been good, they fully expected
Speaker 1: it to gradually inch away. Only it didn't, and the
Speaker 1: rain got heavier. Then gusty winds began to whip at
Speaker 1: the short tufts of grass, and that too steadily intensified.
Speaker 1: Before long the temperature had plummeted and the rain turned
Speaker 1: first to slush and then snow. Despite being equipped for
Speaker 1: all types of weather, the speed at which it turned
Speaker 1: caught them all unawares. With nowhere to shelter, Their bags
Speaker 1: and clothing quickly became soaked, and soon the bitter cold
Speaker 1: was seeping into their skin. Leud Miller looked hurriedly about
Speaker 1: her and back to the map was threatening to flap
Speaker 1: completely out of her hands. The tree line was some
Speaker 1: distance below them, and though she knew of a shelter
Speaker 1: located at the mountain peak, in the chaos of the
Speaker 1: incoming storm, she struggled to pinpoint its precise location on
Speaker 1: the map. Striking out for it in this weather without
Speaker 1: knowing exactly where it was would be risky at best.
Speaker 1: She decided instead that they should shelter on sight, and
Speaker 1: so on the wide exposed slope, about seven and a
Speaker 1: half thousand feet high, in a shallow bowl between two peaks,
Speaker 1: the group hurriedly made camp. With the utmost faith in
Speaker 1: their master. The team quickly succeeded in pitching two tents,
Speaker 1: with three getting inside one and four clambering into the
Speaker 1: other All are relieved to be out of the elements
Speaker 1: and huddle together for warmth, but as night descends, the
Speaker 1: storm intensifies further. It's around four a m. When several
Speaker 1: of the tents skylines snap. An hour later, increasingly vicious
Speaker 1: winds tear the stakes from the ground, allowing the torrential
Speaker 1: rain to pour in through the limp canvas, completely soaking
Speaker 1: the hikers. The soft dawn light of August fifth brings
Speaker 1: a momentary reprieve from the otherwise relentless downpour. With numb
Speaker 1: and trembling fingers, the team finally succeeds in lighting a fire.
Speaker 1: They huddle around it and are soon greedily gulping down
Speaker 1: hot mugs of tea and porridge. With their bodies sufficiently
Speaker 1: warmed yud Miller gives the order for the team to
Speaker 1: gather their sodden belongings and pack up the tents. Stepping outside,
Speaker 1: they find the mountain completely covered in a thick layer
Speaker 1: of fresh snow. Their boots crunch into it as they
Speaker 1: swiftly pull up the remaining pegs and gather up the canvas,
Speaker 1: keen to get moving before the rain returns. The group
Speaker 1: as soon packed up and continuing on their way up
Speaker 1: the mountain. Though the rain has stopped, the conditions are
Speaker 1: still treacherous. For a start, the fierce winds have not
Speaker 1: let up. With such large packs on their backs, the
Speaker 1: young mountaineers have buffeted about by violent gusts, their boots
Speaker 1: struggle for grip on the newly slick ground. At the
Speaker 1: front of the group is seventeen year old Valentina Utuchenko.
Speaker 1: Like her colleagues, she was tired and groggy after the
Speaker 1: night of broken sleep, and still stiff with cold. The
Speaker 1: weight of her soggy pack seemed to increase with every step,
Speaker 1: but she was determined not to let it get her
Speaker 1: down and forced herself to set a brisk pace. At
Speaker 1: the very least, she knew that the faster they moved,
Speaker 1: the quicker they'd warm up. Then from out of the
Speaker 1: whistling wind, came a bone chilling, harrowing scream, turning as
Speaker 1: one the group watched dumb found it as Alexander Kryson
Speaker 1: fell suddenly to his knees, assuming he'd twisted his ankle.
Speaker 1: Those closest to him raised to his side, then froze
Speaker 1: suddenly at the sight of his face From her advantage
Speaker 1: point at the front of the group, Valentina asked a
Speaker 1: squint against the blinding white of the freshly fallen snow
Speaker 1: to get a fix on Alexander's face. It was contorted
Speaker 1: in terror and blood was pouring from his mouth. Valentina
Speaker 1: couldn't make sense of what she was seeing. The only
Speaker 1: explanation she could think of as she made her way
Speaker 1: over to help was that a fight must have broken
Speaker 1: out and somebody had hit Alexander in the face. But
Speaker 1: as she neared her compatriot, she saw with abject horror
Speaker 1: that not only had no one touched him, but blunt
Speaker 1: was also pouring from his eyes and ears. The group
Speaker 1: watch helplessly as Alexander lets out another piercing scream. Then
Speaker 1: his body began to writhe and convulse, blood foaming at
Speaker 1: its mouth like a rabbit dog, as his eyes rolled
Speaker 1: back into their sockets. Seconds later, he pitched forward heavily
Speaker 1: and collapsed face first into the snow, his body still writhing.
Speaker 1: A horrified lurd Miller rushed to her protege's aid. Grabbing
Speaker 1: his arms, she tried to pull his face off the
Speaker 1: ground and lift him to his feet, but then his
Speaker 1: body went limp, and the convulsions ended as abruptly as
Speaker 1: they had begun. Ut Miller lets him sink to the
Speaker 1: ground and desperately felt for a pulse, but his heart
Speaker 1: has stopped. In sadness and shock, lud Miller began to
Speaker 1: weep utterly, bereath at the unfathomable turn of events. She
Speaker 1: let out a terrible, agonized scream, shocking the rest of
Speaker 1: the group with her uncharacteristic display of raw emotion. The
Speaker 1: boy was like a son to her. They seem to
Speaker 1: stand like that for eternity, frozen in time, out there
Speaker 1: alone in a barren, snowy wasteland, miles from civilization. Finally,
Speaker 1: lud Miller gathers herself, suddenly fixed with her usual clarity,
Speaker 1: She wipes the tears from her eyes and tells the
Speaker 1: others they have to try and focus. There's nothing they
Speaker 1: can do for Alexander. Now they must get to safety.
Speaker 1: She tells them to descend as fast as they can.
Speaker 1: It takes a moment for it all to filter through,
Speaker 1: but eventually the group collect themselves and start to move.
Speaker 1: They've made it only a few more feet when another
Speaker 1: scream pierces the air. It's lud Miller again, but this
Speaker 1: time she isn't crying for Alexander. The others turned back
Speaker 1: to see lud Miller clawing at her face as blood
Speaker 1: runs from her mouth. It's all over her fingers too.
Speaker 1: They can't tell if it's coming from her ears and eyes,
Speaker 1: or if she's ripped her fingers to shreds with her teeth.
Speaker 1: Lud Miller screamed again, then collapsed on top of Alexander.
Speaker 1: Her body writhed and convulsed for a moment, then just
Speaker 1: like that, it stopped and her body was still Twenty
Speaker 1: four year old Tatiana Filipenko sprinted over to the fallen
Speaker 1: pair and kneeled down beside them. As the oldest of
Speaker 1: the remaining hikers, Tatiana was the de facto leader in
Speaker 1: Ludmller's absence. As she reached Ludmilla, Valentina shouted to her
Speaker 1: through the wind, asking if lud Miller was dead too.
Speaker 1: A fallorn Tatiana looked up and was just about to
Speaker 1: reply when a strange look came over her. She clutched
Speaker 1: at her throat and started to splutter. She gasped for air,
Speaker 1: but seemed incapable of taking a breath, as if the
Speaker 1: very air around them was making her choke. Then blood
Speaker 1: ran from her eyes and ears and frothed up in
Speaker 1: her mouth. She collapsed to the ground, screaming and utter agony.
Speaker 1: Somehow she pulled herself to her feet, Then, half stumbling,
Speaker 1: half crawling, she dragged herself across the ground to a
Speaker 1: nearby rock. The others screamed in horror as Tatiana proceeded
Speaker 1: to pull back her head and slam it into the
Speaker 1: rock over and over again, until with one final smash,
Speaker 1: a sickening crack was heard, and Tatiana collapsed, blood pouring
Speaker 1: from the self inflicted head wound. In a mail stream
Speaker 1: of horror and confusion, the four remaining students scattered in
Speaker 1: a blind panic. The two youngest members of the group,
Speaker 1: sixteen year old Victoria Zealousova and fifteen year old Timor Bapanoff,
Speaker 1: sprinted down the mountain as fast as they could, seemingly
Speaker 1: with the sense that something invisible in the air was
Speaker 1: pursuing them, but they didn't get far. Before they'd even
Speaker 1: made it three hundred feet, the two young teens began
Speaker 1: to convulse in mid stride as blood ran from every
Speaker 1: orifice in their face. They clawed at their throats and
Speaker 1: began tearing off their clothes as if they were overheating,
Speaker 1: but they are too weak to get a firm grip
Speaker 1: on the material. After both vomiting a final bout of blood,
Speaker 1: they collapsed dead in the snow, half undressed and caked
Speaker 1: in their own gore. Nineteen year old Dennis has made
Speaker 1: it as far as a nearby rock. With his mind
Speaker 1: seemingly gone, he pulled his sleeping bag from his backpack
Speaker 1: and cowered inside it, pulling it tightly over his head
Speaker 1: so as not to see anymore, like a young child
Speaker 1: hiding beneath the covers from a nightmare. Meanwhile, seventeen year
Speaker 1: old Valentina simply stands, paralyzed by the shock of everything
Speaker 1: she has just witnessed, as rainfalls and the wind howls
Speaker 1: all around her. After some time, Dennis emerged from his
Speaker 1: hiding place to find Valentina still rooted to the spot.
Speaker 1: He grabbed her by the shoulders and yelled at her
Speaker 1: to yet moving. When she didn't respond, he kicked her
Speaker 1: in the leg, and finally she snapped out of it.
Speaker 1: Soon the pair were on the move once again, stumbling
Speaker 1: back down the mountain, both numb from the cold and
Speaker 1: the terror of it all. But then Dennis stopped suddenly. No, no, no,
Speaker 1: said Valentina at the pained look on the young man's face.
Speaker 1: Then the blood started to trickle from his mouth. Valentina
Speaker 1: can only watch in helpless desperation as he clutched at
Speaker 1: his throat and collapsed to the ground, writhing in incalculable pain.
Speaker 1: Seconds later it was over, Dennis too was dead, and
Speaker 1: Valentina was all alone on the mountain. You've been listening
Speaker 1: to Unexplained, Season eight, episode thirty three, After the Sun
Speaker 1: Come Part one, The second and final part, will be
Speaker 1: released next Friday, July fourth. This episode was written by
Speaker 1: Emma Dibden, Neil McRobert and Richard McLain Smith. Thank you
Speaker 1: as ever for listening Unexplained as an Avy Club Productions
Speaker 1: podcast created by Richard McLain Smith. All other elements of
Speaker 1: the podcast, including the music, are also produced by me
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