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I saw an old iron barrier and a shabby cabin, in which there were a couple of chairs with torn upholstery and one guy in a blue uniform. This man turned out to be a border guard, a customs officer and a passport controller in one person. It took him a long time to fill in the documents manually. He asked me standard questions, while fumigating me with his cigarette smoke. Then he pressed a big red button on the wall and the barrier rose up with a creak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\t\t
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