Two years ago, Vladimir Matusevitch took his family on a vacation. They went to the Rybachy Peninsula. It’s tucked up in the northwestern corner of Russia, right on the Arctic Ocean.

Walking along the shore, something yellow caught his eye. It was a rubber duck!

“Where did you come from?”  he wondered. “How did you get here? Did someone leave you behind?”

A clue

Then he noticed something else. The duck had the number “1417” written on it.

“You must be from a duck race,” he thought.