Continuation... I am a millionaire

Continuation... I am a millionaire
Fedorov Sergey Fedorovich

... the impact was so strong that the wing struts snapped.
The AN-2 flipped over and headed towards the ground sideways.
It grazed the treetops – bounced up and began to fall, losing speed.
The pine forest softened the impact, and the mossy swamp gently accepted the weight of the plane.
It buried itself a meter deep into the swampy mire.
Fortunately, the plane didn't catch fire.
The impact threw me – inside from the cockpit – into the tail.
The tail was raised high up.
That's what saved me.
Upon hitting the ground, everything inside started to move, and I was flying from the tail, stumbling over bags of money and other things.
I was slowing myself down.
... my face was smashed, I hit my chest with the rifle – a bruise.
I climbed out of the wreckage and moved further away, what if the gasoline exploded?
It didn't explode and didn't catch fire.
A weak smoke was coming out and then stopped.
The swampy mire had extinguished the fire.
I walked around.
It hit – the cockpit... what?
It's unclear... Not a rocket – otherwise, there would have been an explosion.
The pilots died instantly.
Everything was cut off.
Two GOShRAN (State Repository of Precious Metals and Stones) guards were sitting by the cockpit – either they died or were thrown overboard.
Their row of seats was also gone.
My guys – Misha and Lesha – were lying under the bags of money.
I checked for a pulse – there was none...

... My group urgently needed to get from Norilsk to Khatanga.
We were brought to the airfield in the morning.
An AN-2 was standing there, and two guards in black with "GOShRAN" written on their backs.
"Here's your security!"
Said the colonel.
"Meet... Major Sery... GRU and his fighters!"
"And this is... GOShRAN Senior Vasilyev!"
"They are transporting 100,000,000 rubles to Khatanga."
"You will provide support in security!"

... the plane took off.
We were sitting, telling each other various stories.
... Suddenly...
"BANG!..."
Various bruises on me started to ache.
No cockpit – no radio.
I started clearing the debris – to get my guys and my belongings out.
My guys – the heavy bags of money – crushed them.
I moved them to dry land and buried them.
"How unfair everything is in life!"
There's food and 100,000,000 rubles.
August.
It's already getting dark and cold.
To civilization through mountainous swamp and river terrain is at least 500 kilometers.
Unless I meet geologists or locals.
"What to do with the money?"
... Well... things are happening.
I took a packet of hundred-ruble bills – in case I need to make a fire.
But not with rubles or three-ruble notes, right?
I need to go back towards the Yenisei.
There I'll encounter tourists and others.
"Maybe... wait?"
"Will they be looking?"
"In September, there will be frosts and snow."
"Can't wait!"
I left some of the weapons – took food and warm clothes.
I wrote a note – where I was going.
I'm walking and