Day 45 - Somewhere between Perm and Irkutsk

We've been on the train for a day and two nights now and it's a bit like being stuck in a lift. We've got no idea where we are most of the time because the stations don't seem to have any names, the carriage is tiny, there's awful piped muzak and hardly anyone talks. The talking thing is obviously due to the language barrier, but because we're tourists we seem to be treated with suspicion at worst and indifference at best.
It's a shame we can't really see what's outside the train because the windows are all steamed up between the double glazed panes of glass.
Only two more days and nights before we reach Irkutsk - I hope the providnitsa keeps the samovar nice and fully stoked!