On Friday afternoon I headed towards Warsaw Gdanska station, spent my last polish money for some food and drinks for the train and waited for the departure towards Russia.
When I entered the train it was like entering a different world. Everybody spoke Russian, compartments were quite narrow and I was somehow lost with my English. It took one hour to get myself organized with two older russian ladies, with whom I shared the compartment, but fortunately one of them spoke some English so it wasn’t too bad.
Passing the border to Belarus took like 3 hours for passport control, changing the wagon to the russian track system, but as kind of a welcome, there was a big firework going on in Brest, the city at the border due to the celebration of victory day.
I had a quite comfortable night and entered Moscow the next day around lunch time.