do not use trains of Ukrainian railways
I traveled to the city of Feodosia in a compartment car belonging to the Ukrainian railways and, frankly, I was in shock. When leaving Moscow, we got a car that had previously been converted from a reserved seat to a compartment, so the equipment in it was kept on parole, and titanium for boiling water worked only on solid fuel, so the conductor had to constantly look for improvised means than to melt it. At the entrance to the territory of Ukraine, the train was attacked by individuals who, despite the presence of police and border guards, stubbornly offered to exchange rubles for hryvnias (supposedly at a very favorable exchange rate for us). On leaving Moscow, the weather was cool, but the car did not warm up due to a breakdown in electrical equipment, so we shivered from the cold until morning. But this is still half the trouble.
When leaving Feodosia, in the same composition, we were provided with a compartment car, the painting of which ended half an hour before departure, apparently they did not have time to paint the rest of the cars, as a result, the suitcase had traces of blue paint. Despite the 30-degree heat, some of the windows in the car did not open and were nailed and screwed on with self-tapping screws. To our request to open the window, the local master said that if he opens it, it will fly out altogether. When asked to turn on the air conditioner in the car, we were told that they were not working, but when one of the representatives at customs at 2 o’clock in the morning, looking for an unknown box, forcing my wife and I to leave the compartment, opened the ceiling where the air conditioner should be located, I found that it was simply not there, or rather torn with meat. It should be said that this representative did not take the box, deciding that it was empty, leaving this occupation to the conductor, but he himself left at a quick pace, since the train had already begun to pick up speed, while demanding that the conductor urgently open the car and let it out. It should be noted that during the whole night at the border there were three checks by Ukrainian representatives in our compartment. The first is the one I have already talked about, the other is the representative of the state drug control, who, looking at our bag, asked a stupid question, "Where do you still have clothes (at 2 am)" And the next passport check, but at least it quickly ended. When purchasing railway tickets, I advise EVERYONE to pay attention to whose country the train belongs to and try to use Russian Railways.