The trip to the gash in the ice (so Tsybenko refers to it) is going to take a little bit. The Russian's better at handling the snowmobile than he'd thought, but the winds are murderous today on top of everything else. And overhead, in the thin pale light of the high Arctic, the aurora borealis is rippling and twisting against the still-daylit sky. "Not good," Tsybenko observes. "Not good at all."