Reindeer get violent in the corral.
Visit the tundra Nenets during their annual spring festival. As we drink our morning chai, Oleg appears at the door to ask Alyosha to help herd the deer back through the forest to the corral. Sensing a challenge, I convince him otherwise, and after gulping down the chai and jam-covered bread, we're off. Heading down the narrow forest trail, Oleg looks like a Nenets' Davy Crockett sans raccoon cap. He carries a frayed canvas knapsack over his usual brown, felt parka and an ancient hunting rifle strapped diagonally across his back.