Russia (1)

I crossed a long, winding river.

The Tumen River separated North Korea from China, but it also separated North Korea from Russia.

The moment the train crossed the river, I took out my phone and checked the gallery for no particular reason.

Korea. China. North Korea.

There were still exactly three tabs.

"...So merely setting foot on Russian soil isn't enough, I guess."

Or perhaps it didn't count because I was still at the border.

I supposed I'd have to reach a city to find out.

The destination had already been decided.

Vladivostok...