Three Creepy Stories, Part 2: The Blizzard

Story two: porn-anal activity
We lived not far from the border of Kazakhstan, the taiga was a hundred or two kilometers to the north, and we ourselves were in the cold steppe. In summer there were often dust storms, and do you know what a dust storm turns into in winter? Into what we called a buran - a wall of snow like an avalanche would sweep through, visibility was from 5 meters to half a meter, the cold stings your mug, you can't open your eyes because of the wind and so on and so forth. How did we survive? Some just remembered directions well (me) and remembered how to get back. However, we had rumors about wind people, supposedly those who croaked in these burans either help or confuse those who got caught in one (I'll tell about something similar in the last story). Small whirlwinds in winter were taken for them - I'm sure everyone has seen that, + all sorts of different shadows in the storm, which, due to the general shittiness of visibility, half-open eyes and snow actively flying into your face, you could quite well "see" a couple of times. One guy told a tru story about how a female figure supposedly led him from an open field to some buildings without intercoms, and he was able to take shelter in the entranceway there. Maybe he really did see something, since he argued very fervently and very aggressively when we started ribbing him that his chick was a snow shadow, that he sticks his dick in the snow as part of his sex life and so on. However, one time we ended up in a nastily strong buran as a crowd, but not in an open field, but quite in a residential area, I remembered where to go, led everyone along the wall (also my nickname at the time was "navigator"), and I see some shit at the edge of my vision, either a shadow, or a snowflake got in my eye, or what, fuck knows. I lead and lead, and the wall just doesn't end and doesn't end, in the end we walked like that for god knows how long, until someone for some fucking reason came out of an entrance in that weather and we slipped in there. As it later turned out, we had just been walking around one spot. Since then I was nicknamed Susanin, and that name stuck to me, but I'm sure it was the spirit of an old bum Vitalik, who was dug out of the snow in spring and he was circling above me...