I'm Lance Bass and you may know me from a little band called InSink.

What you may not know is that when I was 23 I travel to Moscow to train to become

the youngest person to go to space.

I spent one step closer to saying bye, bye, by to planet Earth.

I spent six months learning Russian.

Astrophysics, even flying a fighter jet with a drunk commander.

It was the craziest experience of my life, and when I was there, as you can imagine, I heard some pretty wild stories.

But there was this one that really stuck with me.

It's about a man who's traveling 250 miles above the earth at five miles a second. His name is Sergei Krikelev.

He's a Soviet cosmonaut and he's manning the world's only space station,

the pride and joy of the USR.

The year is 1991.

Sergei has been up there for three months by now.

As the days bleed into one another, he's starting to feel a bit space sick.

He's been counting down the weeks till he's due to come home to his wife and family.

And that's when his friend, a ham radio operator in suburban Australia, tells him something shocking.

She says Sergei. shocking.

She says Sergei, something bad is happening in the Soviet Union. After months, strikes, protests, deepening economic chaos.

People are sleeping in train stations.

I gave them my money, but they said,

old woman, we won't give you your bread.

Law and order seem to be breaking down.

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