Russian park

I was in a snowy Russian town where you had to walk down a hill to get to a park below.

In this park there were 4 burned out, or otherwise damaged and mangled cars in a row however there were still kids playing around in the park.

Inside these cars were photos and artefacts from the drivers of the cats who had died, like their wallets, shoes and Polaroid photos of them and their families scattered in and around the broken glass.

There were older kids who solemnly told us that if you killed a local kid while driving, then this was where your car ended up.