The Soviets Found Something Under the Siberian Snow

0:00Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing. Victory Lane? Yeah, it's even better with Chamba by my side. Race to chambacacino.com, let's Chamba. Don't purchase necessary, VTW Group, voidware prohibited by law, CTNCs, 21 Plus, sponsored by ChambaCacino. Hello, I'm Wilkins, stories all the time. Vlad, you are here. Let's get into it. Moscow, January 1960. What is this? I asked Mr. Satyakov as I reached across the top of his highly polished teak wood desk, stained with burn marks from Cuban cigars, to take the thick folder which he slid towards me. Pevel Satyakov was a well-built man with thick, dark hair framing his receding hairline. Years ago, he was a journalist, just as I'm now at before the party appointed him editor in chief of Prada back in 1956. Though in his early 50s, Satyakov still retained the inquisitive demeanor of a young and enthusiastic correspondent. This was an aspect about him that seemed to keep him looking perpetually young. He motioned for me to take a seat in front

1:00of his desk as his secretary, a beautiful young intern named Aurecia, turned to leave his spacious and very well-organized office. Miss Alien said Mr. Satyakov in his Bertone voice that always reminded me of that American singer Elvis Presley. Some tea for myself and Mr. Zeman and please and kindly make it hot. Of course, Mrs. Satyakov smiled at her, as she closed the door behind her, shielding us from the noise of endless conversations, tie-prarters and telephone calls which one would expect to come from the party's official newspaper workroom. Outside the Proto office building, Moscow was blanketed under a foot of snow and our building's heating system was struggling just to keep the temperature at a tolerable level. That, my dear Mikhail, said Mr. Satyakov, turning his attention to me, is your next assignment. Look at over, my boy. Do you remember the story? A sticker on the folder read, Koishaki Mountain Incident, February 1959. This happened a little over a year ago. I said, opening up the file and removing several newspaper articles, pictures as well as official government documents which I had not seen before. This story caused quite a stir of speculation for a while.

2:01Indeed, said Mr. Satyakov, stirring at me intently. I took out a few grainy black and white furt crafts of young people dressed as if they were going hiking in the mountains. It was attached by paperclip to an article dated 20th February 1959, which read, Army and local militia unit search for missing hikers on snow cover collared Shaki slopes. The article mentioned that nine students from the Ural Polytechnic Institute had formed a hiking club and had set out in January of the year on a hiking trip up the eastern slopes of the Colott Mountains, which the native man asked people called the Dead Mountain. The eldest of the nine hikers was a 38-year-old male-named Semin-e, Zalatarov. The youngest was a 20-year-old female-named Ludmilae, Dubinina. The leader of the hiking expedition was a 23-year-old radio engineering student by the name of Igoret, Tite Love. The article continues that when the 20th of February rolled around and no telegram of the Hikers Proversus received, the word fam is appealed to the military and locals to begin search of the area, as a winter storm had arisen in the slopes sometime between late January to the first week of February. The second set of pictures that I looked at was much clearer and obviously taken with a higher quality camera.

3:03The four images showed several men in dark uniforms looking over what remained of a campsite on a gently sloping hill which was covered in snow. The remains of a relative of the large tent, half-barred in the snow, was in the foreground with only the front and rear stakes sticking up. The sides and the rear flap had collapsed as if they had been cut away, leaving only the front flap drooping off the stake. These pictures were attached to a large and newspaper article dated the 1st of March, 1959, which read, searches find damaged and abandoned campsite. The subheading of the article read, tends found torn and cut open from the inside and nine sets of footprints seen running towards the woods. I mean this was an unusual case, I said, reading the names of the nine victims. All nine of the victims were found sun-distance away from the shelter of the tent, wearing very little clothing. Some of them weren't even wearing socks. It was concluded that six of the Hikers, including Diet love, died of extreme hypothermia. But three of the Hikers, including young Miss Dubinina and the eldest, Mr. Zylatoyov, died of severe chestroma and not hypothermia. I put down the file and looked at Mr. Sadakov.

4:05Why are we looking into this again, sir? Last May, the official investigation closed with the finding that the nine died of fatal natural forces. There was no evidence of other footprints outside of the nine Hikers and thus no ruling a foul play by the man I see people were predation by wild animals. There came a knocking at the doors, Miss Alie metend with a serving tray of Spiske's Mutti. Pouring the steam and drink into two china cups, Miss Miss Alie and politely excused herself, leaving Mr. Sadakov in a to finish our discussion. Again, you're right, my dear Mikhail, said Sadakov taking a sip of his hot tea and smiling in approval as he leaned back in his chair. That is the official finding of what is now being called the died of pass incident in memory of Igor Dietlove. And I assumed that would have been the official conclusion and case would be closed, except for two details which did not make it into the official statement on the matter. I sweetened my tea with a little honey and blew into it to cool it down before taking a sip. The hot spicy beverage warmed me greatly, instantly taking the chill out of my body. I arched my eyebrows at my editor in chief. There was something left out of the official conclusion. I asked, not really surprised that the party would leave out other details in order to pursue security

5:05and order. Mr. Sadakov took another sip of the tea and said nothing as emotioned with a nod for me to keep looking into the file. There were two other reports in their own separate envelopes and both of these designated a secret by the Ministry of Defense. I looked at my boss with hesitation, go ahead. Mikhail said Mr. Sadakov go ahead and open them, trying to restrain my eagerness. I opened a first letter, dated the 26th of February. It was a copy of a simple one-page memo written by an officer in charge of an army radiation detection unit that was part of the search team. The letter was addressed to an army to visional commander stationed in the area and shot the stated that low levels of radiation had been found on the clothing which the hackers were but none on the clothing which was found inside the remains of tent, curious. I opened the second envelope. This one contained copies of four separate reports two from Manasi villages, one from a hunter and one from a military meteorological unit who had been on the ridge on several kilometers opposite of the slub in which the hackers had camped. All of them described being seen some type of low and orange object sending out of this guy like fire in the vicinity of Dailo's pass as I sat contemplating the ramifications of what I had just read. I noticed a small brown envelope like one to keep fur to grass and tucked under the last report taking another hot sip of my tea.

6:05I nearly spouted out on a satyakos desk as I pulled the photograph and the envelope, good lord. I said, Mr. Sadakov, what is that? Like I said, my boss responded calmly. The government was well and perfectly happy with the conclusion of their investigation and would have been content to leave the stories tealine forward and put his elbows on his desk, his eyebrows furrowed and concerned. However, since the investigation concluded in May of last year, so 15 other people have vanished in the vicinity of the pass three disappeared in May that year, then four in December, and 10 since January of this year, Mikkel, the military is going back into Dailo's pass with considerably more resources news that the disappearances cannot be covered up for long, especially with the military going back in force. They think that it is wise to have a civilian correspondent embedded with them, which is why I'm sending you. I lean back, looking in disbelief at the picture. And I think that the disappearances of Dailo's group and the subsequent missing people have something to do with the thing in this picture, perhaps that is what they are going into find out. You will be filling your reports directly to the mission commander. His name is Colonel Sennislav Androv, the military feels that that having a civilian reporter as opposed to military one will bring some element of transparency to the operation for rather investigation.

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8:05to my surprise, an army major wearing a heavy, cold weather coat and his driver were waiting for me with a guzzman of six C7 cheaper the foot of the stairs. A look of an eyes on his face, Mr. Minin, he said, Mr. Mikkels Minin, yes, major, that's me, the name on the office's uniform, Reed, Rogov, you're late. He said, briskly, grabbing my bag and putting it in the trunk, I had been told specifically what I could and could not bring with the military, which was basically warm clothing for the trip to the Ural's toilet articles, a camera and a few other small things. The military said that they would provide everything that I would need for the duration of their investigation, the major. Rogov looked especially at me when he noticed that I'd rather keep my camera with me rather than have it packed in the back. It belonged to the newspaper, and I could not afford to have it damaged. There was a two-hour weather delay in Moscow, I said, I'm sorry. I see Ancid Rogov ushering me into the back seat before climbing into the passenger side, Colonel Andrew will not be pleased with the delay. He was expecting you eyes ago. He and the others were the last element that he was waiting for before he could start this operation. The others? I asked, you'll see, Mr. Ziminin and Rogov answered, driver, take us to the hangar. A 10 minute cheap ride took us

9:07across the entire Epo to Lonely, dilapidated anger on the far side of the runway in front of it was parked a military and I for transport helicopter painted in shades of white. Light, olive and light, great. There was a big red star emblazoned on its side. The engines were already started in warming by the time we arrived as the major lept from his seat before the Jeep fully stopped and ran to dawn next to the hangar that was barely on its engines, not knowing what to do next. I simply followed Major Rogov out of the Jeep to open the door to the hangar. Major Rogov shouted, okay, the reporter is here. Pick up your gear and get in the helicopter quickly. The weather is getting worse and the window is closing to fly. Colonel Andrew does not want to waste another day. Immediately, eight young soldiers began firing out of the runterhole old hangar, each carrying a scarce rifles as well as peculiarly looking equipment, which I would not usually associate with a comet unit. This was some kind of special as unit and the equipment and devices which they hold into the helicopter fold me with apprehension, the implications of what we were bringing with us made me extremely nervous. Why would the Army need so much radiation detection equipment turning to me? The Major looked down at my camera and said, there won't be taking any pictures until the officially of permission from Colonel Andrew if I. I understand, Major, I answered, though the sky was still relatively clear,

10:08the wind was picking up, indicating that another snow flurry was not far off. Where are we going? Can't see, Mansesk. It's about 400 kilometers north east of here. Major Rogov turned to fetch my bag from the back of the jeep and handed it to me. It'll be there within two hours or so. I waited until the soldiers loaded all of their equipment into the helicopter, as the rotors began picking up speed and spinning faster, though the America could hold up to 14 soldiers. It was still rather cramped with the nine of us in the passenger cabin, what with all the radiological detection equipment that the soldiers brought. They'll need to be heard above the row of the rotor blades. The Major had some last minute instructions to the general attendant who was in charge of the group of soldiers telling them that he would be arriving separately late at the evening. I had boarded last and was seated near the exit door. When Major Rogov came to me and yelled, Mr. Zemenin, after you get to Candy Mansesk, as soon as you get the opportunity, go see Sergeant Galkin. He is the unit supply sergeant and armorer. He will have your additional when to clothing into the supplies that you will need to complete your mission. Okay, I yelled down at the captain from my seat, pushed up in the helicopter sergeant Galkin, thank you. And one more thing, yelled Rogov as the helicopter fraudled up to take off as Sergeant Galkin if you can sign for pistol. Just in case the lawn helicopter flight through the bleak called skies was reasonably comfortable.

11:09The cabin heaters were working fine and the vibration of the engine served to make some of the soldiers drowsy. I tried to strike up a conversation with the team's commanding officer, a young genial attendant named Leonid Oliv. He stated that he and his men had recently completed training in the use of the army's most advanced radiological detecting and monitoring equipment when they were suddenly tasked to be part of this mission to the Ural Mountains. He mentioned that they would also be too mechanized and for G-Companers attached to the mission. But aside from that, he had little other useful information seeing as I was a civilian reporter it also embedded to this mission. All of us to me if I had any information about the nature of this unusual assignment. And if the rumours were true that we would be looking for missing people around what they were now calling dietless pass, I shook my head and said that I was as clear as his everybody else. Even as I remembered the picture of a strange object that I saw in Mrs. Sardak, I was off as Lieutenant Oliv nodded though I sensed that he didn't quite believe me to my great surprise, Camp Mansus Geport looked more like a military encampment rather than small. Regional depot it was spread out across the small parking lot and runway. There were military vehicles of all shapes and sizes. BTR-1152, 6-wheel light armoured transport vehicles. New BTR-1 Minus 50's tracked armoured transports. And several gasmen of 67 jeeps

12:10we landed next to a line of M-minus 4 transport helicopters and smaller M-minus 1 light utility helicopters Lieutenant Oliv immediately ordered his men to secure their weapons and equipment and get off the helicopter though it was after 6pm. The skies were noticeably clearer in this higher elevation though still quite cold and another captain who was wearing a comfortable looking tank fleece winter coat under the fleece you shunned a winter cap was waiting for our helicopter to land. T-directed Oliv's men to secure their equipment and make the way to one of the 12 tents which were erected next to the upper smartest terminal building turning to me in Lieutenant Oliv. The captain introduced himself and Captain Sidero, 15th mountain infantry battalion of the 128th Motor Rifle Division you will be following under our command. Follow me to the terminal. Gentleman Colonel Andreev has turned it into his command post for this operation and he is eager to get started. Captain Siderov turned and walked brusque towards the glove fronted while terminal building which had recently been rebuilt and expanded. As I showed up my travel bag and followed and captain Siderov crossed the tall mat towards the airport terminal. I was puzzled to see several dozen of our soldiers hustling about attending to the vehicles, weapons, and equipment. I was even more surprised to see the mountain DSHK19.8 heavy machine gunned

13:11on both the tract and wheeled arm of vehicles. I had served with 106 guard division during the great Patriotic War as an airborne infantryman so to me it has looked less like preparations for military search mission to find missing people and more like preparations for ground assault and enemy territory. My mind was racing faster than the chilling winds which blew around us as we near the terminal could the be the answer. Over 3 million Germans invaded our country during the war could a group of those rogue fascists not see soldiers have held out in the vast. Learning you all mountains, killing anyone who might have gotten too close to their hideaway it isn't an unheard of scenario. As a band in Japanese soldiers we're still turning up on isolated island in the South Pacific who don't know that the war is long over that had to be the answer. But then why the need for radiological equipment worse could the American summer be involved? Could they have used some type of weapon against us one which left radioactive residue behind the warm rush of air greeted us as we entered the building? They expanded terminal and devolves of civilian travelers the government closed down the airport to all travel when this investigation started said captain sitter of picking up the pace as he ascended the main stairwell to the second floor. No civilian flights were allowed in or out of the area within a radius of 1,500 kilometers and only otherwise military flights are allowed

14:11inside of the exclusion zone. He turned to me saying Mr. Zeminin I'm not sure if you have already been told by the whole correspondence that you write and photographs that you take musk through the canal personally before they may be sent to your editor. I understand. Captain I said as we reached a second story story unlike Dan Sto's. The second story was a wash with military activity reassigned the large circular landing which looked down on the ground floor. Each seemingly assigned to fulfill a certain function as captain sitter of led us around the landing I saw a large room filled with communication specialists another with maps and meteorological specialists operators surfaced to air missile operation specialists and a host of other specialized military elements which apparently were needed for the so-called investigation sitter of stocked in front of a wooden door and knocked three times before turning the knob the door open to a surprise in a small room which looked to have been converted into an office a grim-faced officer with close cop white hair and coldly omblinging eyes that seemed to crit says everything he saw looked up at as from behind a simple metal desk cowl under a facilitated captain sitter of the last elements have arrived. Thank you, sitter of, said the Colonel standing up abruptly his chair screeching across the floor rejoin your men. They will have an early morning start tomorrow

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16:16You see the weather Lieutenant Orlov. Colonel Andrewv's deep menacing voice quickly silenced the young Lieutenant. How old are you? 23, so called poor Lieutenant Orlov. 23, heart replied Colonel Andrewv. Two young to have participated in the gray patriotic war then. The 21 hours of Lieutenant just like you and I commanded a battery of Katyusha rocket launchers. During those dark days we did not have the luxury of blaming the weather for failure. Not when our infantrymen needed us to continue the fight against the fascists. Do you understand Lieutenant Colonel? I said seeing young Lieutenant Orlov seem into shrink. Lieutenant Orlov and his men were late because they were waiting for me to arrive. I am aware of that. Said Andrewv holding up his hand at me while leaving his gaze firmly on Orlov. Lieutenant Orlov is your equipment operational. Has it been when dressed against the coal? Yes, yes sir, replied Lieutenant Orlov. And did Mr. Zaminin discuss any aspect of the investigation with you on the ride over? Andrewv ignored me holding his gaze on the Lieutenant. What, sir, said Orlov, briefly looking at me nervously before returning his attention to the Colonel. No, no, sir.

17:16Memhem said Andrewv, buying me without on his face, bouquet Lieutenant Orlov. Half of your men will be attached to Captain Sidorev's infantry company. The other half will go with Captain Kraft's men. However, your men will be under command of Major Orlov, my executive officer. They will report immediately to Major Orlov and only Major Orlov if they pick up any unusual increases in radiation during the course of the operation. Understand, Lieutenant. Yes, sir, replied Lieutenant Orlov, confident slowly returning to his voice. May I know what we are looking for? No, reply, Andrewv. You and your men will do your duties. Nothing more, nothing less. And with no excuses for failure, that 500 irs in the morning, you and your men will report to Major Orlov to receive your orders. Your senior sergeant will lead one team and you the other. You are all saluted swiftly before leaving, grateful that the ordeal of meeting the mission commander was over. He flashed me a sympathetic look before leaving the room. You're still a crumpy old ogre. Do you know that, Stan Sallov? I said, after Lieutenant Orlov had closed the door behind him. Do you always insist on making junior officers shit themselves? Andrewv chuckled as he stepped around

18:16and took a seat on the corner of the desk these days. Always asking questions instead of simply following orders, we would never have beat in the fascists with officers like that. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it before offering one to me. How's your mother doing? Mikkel, my older cousin asked me, how's Auntie Millianne, she's doing fine? I answered, except in this milk, go to good to hear. Said Andrewv, smiling and hailing deeply as he looked at a military map in the wall of the surrounding area. Circles were drawn on it, indicating that approximate places of the latest disappearances of people and areas have increased levels of radiation. Normally, I would rather have one of our military reporters with us as opposed to having a civilian journalist with us. But the Kremlin thought it was wise to have a civilian with us for credibility purposes. Once we conclude this investigation and make the results public, Colonel Andrew, Stan Sallov and I grew up together. He was my cousin, older than me by three years. He'd always been a strong, confident. One while I tended to be more shy and timid, I always looked up to him because of his brave and daring personality. And no more so when we went camping in the Kuggen mountains, I was 10 and Stan Sallov was 13 when we hyped up the frittals of the Kuggen just outside our village near Moscow. I had caught some nice trout at the stream and was hiking back to our little camp when the send attracted a rather large and hungry wolf,

19:18not thinking to simply drop my pole in my catch. I ran with them up the trails, grooming for Stan Sallov to come and help. The wolf was nearly up on me when Stan Sallov appeared, suddenly at my side, batting the wolf with a sturdy branch which he had set ablaze with our campfire. As he got older, Stan Sallov had gone at the reputation of being a hard stone man, uncompromising and intolerant of ineptitude and incompetence, especially during the war. But to me, he's always been a big brother that I never had to save me from wolves. So I said, what exactly are we investigating? Why does the army need defense missiles and heavy machine guns to conduct a search from missing people? Mikkel, my cousin's head calmly, but he stared at me with cold and blinking eyes, he served as a paratrooper during the war, so you know the value of secrecy and the importance of military intelligence. It is therefore of the utmost importance that the people trust in the results of our findings. More importantly, we need the Americans to trust in our findings. Therefore, nothing you write and no pictures you take are to leave from here until I personally say that it can grow. He paused and inhaled deeply on the cigarette, though he never took his eyes off me. You came highly recommended by Pravda's editor and chief, Mikkel. However, if you cannot follow orders,

20:19you can also be highly recommended to be replaced. It's not my call. Those are simply my orders. I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled a picture out of a small envelope placing it in the desk in front of the kernel. Stanislav, I said, is this what we're searching for? Stanislav picked up the fur to graph and stared at the image of the glowing object seemingly descending from a cloudy sky. The object seemed to be metallic and emitted a bright orange flame. I'm aware that you were given this picture, Cousin, said Colonel Andrew Reef, taking the cigarette out of his mouth. He dropped the picture and the desk and opened the drawer, pulling out a large, mailing envelope. Here, take a look at this picture. The picture was the same as the one I had of the mysterious object, only blown up in a greater detail. I put my hand to my mouth, my mind thrilling at the implications of what I was seeing before me. As you can see, said Andrew. We enlarged the image so that you can just barely see the swastika on the side. So this is a search mission. But we're not looking for missing hikers and campers, I thought. I put my travel back down in the narrow cart in my room. I told Andrew that I would be perfectly happy to stay

21:21with the common soldiers in one of the tents outside, but the Colonel, my older Cousin, insisted that I stay inside one of the small rooms in the terminal building, which, to be honest, looked to have been nothing but a large. Windalous down into his closet, there was only large enough for an army cart, a small folding table, and room on the floor for me to drop my travel bag. It was not hard to summarize that the reason he kept me inside the terminal was because the Colonel wanted to keep close tabs on me as he had complete and total control of what news left this base. It was understandable that the Colonel did not want the true nature of this mission to get out or what we were actually looking for. Or ever, it was especially important that the Americans be completely left in the duck about what was happening here. Telling me where I could find Sergeant Gelkin, Andrew dismissed me abruptly, telling me to be dressed and ready to move out in the morning. I would be reporting to the intelligence officer, Major Rogov, who I had met at Coltsivo Airport. There was a small wooden table in the room where I sat my camera and my typewriter before I stepped out again to find the terminals baggage collection point, which the army had turned into a unit supply area. Sergeant Gelkin was astound, bearded,

22:21aging supply sergeant who, like me, was a veteran of the Great Patriotic War and who was biting his time before he retired. Barking orders at his two supply assistance. Gelkin issued me two sets of white military cold weathered uniforms in a large overcoat. It had been a few years since I put on a military uniform over a decade and I've put on quite a bit of weight. Finding that the overcoat that they had issued me was rather small. I decided that I would stay with my much better footing and much warmer civilian overcoat. Sergeant Gelkin also gave me a set of winter gloves on a blanket as well as a few notepads, pens, and extra flashes and rolls of film from my camera. Colonel Andrews said to issue everything he need in order to document this mission, said Sergeant Gelkin. Is there anything else you might need, Mr. Simeon? Is there some reason why Major Rogov would suggest that I be issued a pistol? I asked. Sergeant Gelkin scratched his beard. No reason that I can think this is just a search mission for lost civilian, but if Major Rogov suggested that you carry a pistol, it would be best that you carry a pistol. Turning Sergeant Gelkin bellowed. Damn it, private.

23:22Glad to get up off your asinism, Mr. Simeon, and hear a mackerel off. Dinner consisted of prepackaged military feel verations, distributed by Sergeant Gelkin and his assistance in the converted supply area, along with a ladle full of potato soup and a chunk of freshly baked bread. The regular infantry soldiers took their phrase back outside to eat the meals in their tents, but for those of us housed inside the terminal, tables had been set out where we could eat in the relative warmth and comfort of our building. Colonel Andrews and his infantry company commanders capped in Citarev and Kraftso, as well as the executive officer, Major Rogov, were sitting at a large table, all dining on the same field rations that the regular soldiers were eating and seemingly discussing final details of the coming mission. Over dinner, I discovered that I was not the only civilian who had joined this mission. There were two others. The best spectacle, elderly man with a dark grate and white beard, wearing a worn but warm looking brown coat, was sitting at a small round table with a young lady with pale skin and light brown hair tied to her in a tight bun. She was wearing khaki pants and a matching tight-fitting khaki jacket a white scoffalously wrapped around her neck. As I approached the table, I could hear the older gentleman

24:23galing the young lady with tails of the war. R. Illina, he said, waving his hand around his head. The battle of Kursik was not as bad as everyone says it was. It was far worse. Did I tell you about the time when? Excuse me? I said as I approached the table, metal tray and hand. I'm sure she interrupt. Would you mind if I joined you for dinner? The young lady, whom the older gentleman referred to as Illina, looked at me and smiled broadly. She was far more attractive up close than at a distance. Of course, sir, Professor, you wouldn't mind, would you? The elderly man looked up at me, somewhat perturbed that I had unintentionally interrupted his tail. Why, up, no, no, of course not, please join us. He screwed at his chair over as I set my tray down. There was barely enough room at the table for all three of our metal trays. My name is Yvgeny Yevgeny Gilliburth. I'm a professor of history at St. Petersburg University specializing in the great patriotic war. And this lovely young lady who's my assistant, Miss Illina Ivanov, an intern specializing in Nazi occultism.

25:24Thank you. I turned the smiles. I feel rather uncomfortable eating with our young military lads. My name is Simonin, Mikhail Simonin. I am a correspondent for Pravda. Ah, yes, said the professor. I am familiar with your articles, Mr. Simonin. You have a way of getting the facts out to the people without character and too much to departing narrative. I must admit, I am rather surprised that the military allow the civilian journalist on this mission. Indeed, Professor. I'm nodded. Usually the military would have their own correspondence on operations such as this. I'm curious, though. Why do they need a history, Professor? I looked with even more bewilderment at Illina, a specialist in Nazi occultism for this mission. To tell you the truth, Mr. Zemin and said Illina, regarding me with bright blue eyes and smiling within, perky lips. Professor Gillibov and I were wandering the same thing. The military had requested both of us be a part of this mission to search for missing people, but to be honest, I don't know what good we would do. Professor Gillibov even asked Colonel Andreves as much.

26:26Really? I looked at the professor. Yes, indeed, he said. I did question the Colonel as to why the military needed us and also asked what exactly were we looking for. And what did the Colonel say? He said that we would know what we were here once we found out what we were looking for, said the professor. Even the soldiers don't seem to be curious as to why we are here with so many military assets on my hands. They simply think that they're searching for missing people. Curious, I said. And what about you, Mr. Zemin and asked Illina? Would you have some idea of what we are really searching for? I, I, might. I could not say no to a beautiful, captivating eyes. Although I knew that I was not to disclose anything of the true nature of this mission, I told the professor and Illina everything that I knew so far about the died of pass and sedent the strange glowing orange orb seen in the sky and at the photographs. That was taken the night that the hike was perished, a one which seemed to show that the glowing orb was some kind of metallic craft and of the Nazi symbol emblazoned on its side. Hum, said the professor, nodding silently when I was done telling them what I knew. He noticed that Colonel Andreves was done with his meeting

27:28and was now walking across the room towards our table. Illina said the professor, would you please be a deer and refresh my cup of tea? I'm afraid that it had grown quite cold. Of course. Smile, Illina, hopping up and taking the professor's cup. Mr. Zeminan, would you like some more tea? No. No, thank you. I answered. Okay. She answered, smiling sweetly as she passed Colonel Andreves. Good evening, sir. Colonel Andreves nodded in return, producing what I could only assume to be a smile on the usual dire and sire expression on his face. I'm glad that you all have had a chance to meet, said Andreves. Would you gentlemen mind if I sat down? He said as he pulled up the chair in which Illina had been sitting. Please, please join us, Colonel, said the professor. We were just discussing the mission in the morning and contemplating what we should pack and what needs to stay behind. I see ends of Colonel Andreves eyeing me suspiciously. Well, you needn't worry about that. There's been a slight change in plans for the three of you in the morning. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

28:28Release, sir. Yes, Mikhail said Andreves offering us a cigarette before taking one himself. I have decided to keep all of you here at the terminal while the two infantry companies conduct the searches around the slopes of the Colott Mountains and died last pass. There was no sense in you three trudging through the snow and ice with the rest of the lads for however many days the search will take. But, sir, I protested. I thought my assignment was to take pictures and record the mission. It is nodded, Andreves. Rest assured, even when my mind find anything of un-significance, you and the professor will be flown out straight away. Professor, did I hear you mention that Elina could speak and understand German? Why, yes, nodded the professor. She had to learn the language in order to read and understand the manuscripts which we capture from the fascists during the war. Why? Were those skills be needed during this mission? My cousin, Colonel Andreves, glanced at me. Hopefully, he said. The sun still had not risen when I woke in the morning, not that it would have helped to stave off the chill outside. I rolled out of my cot, remembering that the last time I had slept on one was in my younger days in the army.

29:29Only this time, my back and butt were sore. Putting on my military issued cold weather clothing. I left my little janitors closet and followed a line of young soldiers down to the supply area where breakfast was being served. Already, the terminal was bustling with activity as the soldiers prepared themselves and their equipment, starting generators, warming up vehicle engines and defrosting helicopter rotor blades in order to proceed with their mission. I sat with the professor and Elina at the same table we sat during dinner with my tray of eggs, fatty sausage, a chunk of bread and hot tea. It wasn't much, but it was hot and formal, preferable to feel rations. With nothing for us to do from now, we all sat and watched as sergeants barked orders, soldiers stood in formation and the first scout vehicles rolled out of the airport perimeter. Somewhat selfishly, I was grateful that we weren't going out with them. For, although the skies were clear and cloudless, it was still bitterly cold. Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing. Victory Lane? Yeah, it's even better with Chamba by my side. Race to chambacasino.com, let's chamba. No purchase necessary, VTW Group,

30:30voidware prohibited by law, CtNCs, 21 plus, sponsored by Chamba Casino. Colonel Andrews search pattern was actually fairly simple. Captain Max and Katsov would lead his motorized infantry company of 120 men, along with four of Lieutenant all of three deological detection team, 50 kilometers north-west of the airport towards Dietlos Pass and begin a cloverly search pattern in the area. They would also collect reports from the local menacy people. This area was reportedly where most of the missing people from earlier this year had vanished. Meanwhile, Captain Siderov and his motorized infantry company would found out 50 kilometers north-east of the airport and further away from Dietlos Pass, to an area more mountainous and forested, but with spikes and radiation levels had been recorded. The tenant all of and the rest of the radiological detection team would be assigned to Siderov's unit. In addition, the executive officer, Major Rogov, would also be attached to Captain Siderov's infantry company, although Major Rogov would be an overall command of the two infantry companies and would be coordinating their movements. This would be considerably more challenging if the initial search pattern failed to find anything of significance, at which Case Colonel Andrew ordered that the units

31:32would then push out for an additional 25 kilometers until they eventually found what Andrew was looking for. For his part, Colonel Andrew would remain at the airport terminal, which had been converted to the main base of operations. He would be an overall command of the entire operation, including communications and logistics. With him, along with all the air defense, communications, aviation, and supply assets, Colonel Andrew also retained a ready reserve for tune of hella-born riflemen just in case. Ironically, although the military effort was several times larger than the one conducted just last year, there still weren't enough men or equipment to effectively search an area which could potentially span several hundreds per kilometers. But bringing in more troops into the area would likely have rouse attention, which the Kremlin did not want to attract to the area as the U.S. and its NATO allies had eyes and ears everywhere. Therefore, this would be a slow tedious and methodical search with what few assets we had. By 7.30 in the morning of the first day, both infantry companies had left the base. Over 250 soldiers and all, along with the attract and wheeled transport vehicles, while two of them had for helicopters, one attached to each company, scouted overhead.

32:34The professor, Galina and I, along with Colonel Andrew, pursued inside the large, but crowded room which had been converted into the communication section. We were anxiously listening to radio traffic amons during the movement of both units. In the middle of the room was a large round table on top of a graphical map of the search area was laid out. It was relatively easy going for the first half of the move as the military vehicles were traveling on papers which had previously been cleared of snow and ice. However, as the ground sloped steadily upwards and the rows became trails, the going became noticeably slower as the track vehicles were now at the head of the columns, plowing a path through the snow for the wheeled vehicles to follow. Captain Sidorov's column in the east was having a harder time than a sister company in the west. At the ground, rows much steeper in the area to the northeast and their progress, though never halted by the snow, was still agonizingly slow. Meanwhile, overhead, the two helicopters scouted around and ahead of their prospective units, each carrying within two members of lieutenant all of radiation detection team and their equipment. Detecting almost no increase in radiation levels, Major Rogov instructed the pilots to fly as low to the ground as was safely possible

33:35and monitoring the pilots to avoid contact with the treat ups. This produced a slight increase in the detection teams finding spikes in radiation levels but not to a very significant degree and all readings were still well within what could be considered safe levels. By late morning, the two infantry companies had finally reached their initial search areas, roughly 50 kilometers north-western northeast of the airport. By this point, the helicopters had returned to the airport to refuel, having dropped off the radiation detection teams back with their assigned companies. Colonel Andrew heiled off on sending another airborne scouting authority come into the conclusion that the detection equipment was more effective in the ground than hundreds of feet in the air. In any case, Captain Krasov's company operating to the north-west near-died loss past did not detect any significant increases in radiation levels during a search pattern across the frozen, forested landscape. Over the radio, Major Rogov instead directed crafts off to make contact with the man I see people live in in the area to see if they had seen or heard anything unusual in the past months regarding the missing people but to report immediately if they detected a significant spike in radiation. To the north-east, where the ground was steeper and more mountainous, Captain Sidero's men

34:36were having slightly better luck as Liz Han and all of them and his men had detected several spikes in radiation levels in the area. Although the readings were just inside the spectrum of what was considered safe, the infantrymen pushed through the close packed trees, no crunching under this, no boots and weapons ready as they followed the radiation detection team. But just like that, the needle in the detection meter would suddenly drop from light yellow to green indicating that radiation levels had just returned to normal. During the course of their search of this sector, Captain Sidero's men encountered this anomaly twice more in the area encompassing roughly six square kilometers. While searching on foot, the vehicles have been to stage in a large clearing that they could not traverse through the tightly packed forest of snow cover trees. Major Rogov reported his finding to Colonel Andrew, suggesting that the anomaly responsible for creating these slight spikes in radiation levels appeared to be moving somewhere. Determined to press on with the search before night fell, Major Rogov instructed Captain Sidero to have his men mount up on their vehicles and continue to follow a well-worn path, which led upwards towards the mountain and deeper into the forest. Far kilometers further, all of us team detected another spike in radiation,

35:36the sound reaching levels higher than before but still within the safe zone. If only just barely. Once again, Captain Sidero's men skyered the forest on both sides of the trail and just as before, the residual radiation levels brought back to normal. However, the soldiers did find something very peculiar in the form of a near-straight line of fallen trees which stretched about 100 meters and led to a wide clearing that disappeared further north. The path of fallen trees was about 100 meters wide and it appeared as if the trees had fallen facing generally due north as if something had pushed it way across the forest headed towards the clearing. What an onsite said Captain Siderov to Major Rogov. Any idea what might have caused this, sir? Rogov shook his head. At a lunch? Flush flood, perhaps. In any event, this happened fairly recently. I would say no more than two months. Three at the most by the look of the vegetation which had sprung up amongst the fall and timber. I agree, sir, answers Siderov. But what bothers me is that the spike in radiation levels goes right down the middle of that path. An hour before nightfall, Colonel Andrew Vrade would Major Rogov to order a haul for the day.

36:38The skies had been clear. No new snow had fallen. And thankfully, the meteorologist reported that the weather for the evening would remain the same. Captain Kraktov's unit to the west would establish a camp on a gentle slope about a kilometre west of a Manasi village while Captain Siderov's men would pull off the trail they were on and spend a night in a tree line. Colonel Andrews sent two helicopters to resupply his two maneuver companies with water and field rations before it got too dark for night operations. But because Captain Siderov's unit was so deep in the forest, the resupply had to be dropped and bustling load from the helicopter through the thick top cover of trees in the ground. I stayed in the communications room intently listening to the last reports of the day coming in from our two infantry companies. To the west, Captain Kraktov reported no detection of elevated radiation levels in the search area while reports from the Manasi locals revealed nothing useful or significant to report regarding the missing people. Although four of the locals did say that their relatives leaving in villages further to the east had reported unusual occurrences revolving around large-game animals being found slaughtered and eerie cries in the night. More than likely, however, the culprit was probably wolves.

37:39Colonel Andrews instructed Captain Kraksov to continue his search in the morning, but if nothing useful is learned by afternoon to shift his search and begin moving eastwards away from Daedlov's pass and towards Captain Siderov's search area. Captain Siderov's report was more compelling with his unit encountering three mysterious bikes and radiation levels, but finding no source of the anomaly. And while they all path the fallen trees they discovered was intriguing, it was not totally unexplainable. Major Rogov recommended the Siderov's men continue pushing east in the morning while continuing to use the helicopters to scout ahead. Although clearly, the radiation detection teens were best kept on the ground. Colonel Andrew agreed, after which radio communication with the lads in the field was reduced to simple, eye-ally communication checks for the remainder of the evening. After breakfast the next morning, we were again gathered in the communications room, wasting for reports from the field as the two infantry companies prepared to take up the search again. There was one unusual report, which came in at around 1am, when a sentry at Captain Krautsov's location reported area screeching sounds, which seemed to emanate from the forested hill, several kilometers to the east across a shallow valley.

38:41The odd noises were faint and the communications officer in charge of the night shift dismissed it as simply the hallowing echo of when being carried across the night sky. By late morning, Captain Krautsov's westward search was coming up empty, with no unusual spikes in radiation being encountered, and reports by the few men I see people they encountered revealed nothing of significance. At 11am, Major Rogov radio Krautsov instructing him to begin moving east and continue their search. By the end of the day, the reports were received from the field were more productive and far more almos than the day before. Late in the day, Captain Krautsov's men finally detected slight radiation spike and because the vehicles were still bound to roads and trails, a patching of soldiers were sent into the woods to find the source of the radiation. After a while, they came across a small man I see homes that hidden under the forest canopy. It was completely destroyed. The makeshift corral was torn down and the ripped and gated coxes of free reindeer scattered bath and half-barred in the pink stain snow. Krautsov would report later that the bizarre currents which befell the small homes said probably happened one to two months prior. Of the inhabitants of the small wooden cabin,

39:41there was no sign and any traces of footprints or tracks had long been covered by the recent snowfalls. The soldiers discovered a white trail of fallen timber, similar to the one discovered by cedars men the day before, leading northeast away from the homestead. The scout helicopter followed the trail of fallen trees for approximately six kilometers before it disappeared into a more thickly wooded area at the base of a line of steep snow-covered foothills. Making camp at a location, captain Krautsov doubled the century guards for the night intending to investigate the trail once it became light again in the morning. Father East, captain Ciderov's unit encountered several more radiation spikes, one reading actually exceeding what was considered safe, but all eventually returning to normal after being followed for several hundred meters. The scout helicopter had discovered something unusual in a valley three kilometers to Ciderov's south and they set forth to investigate. There, the white clearing in the base of the valley, they discovered the slaughter coxies of over a dozen ripped and torn reindeer. Whatever prevailed the animals had happened fairly recently, perhaps no more than a week or two as the snowfall still showed faint traces of tracks as if the reindeer had been chased out of the forest.

40:42In addition, bizarre holes in the ground as if gigantic spears had been stabbed through the snow and earth seemed to surround the dead animals. These strange tracks in the snow followed the reindeer out of the forest and overtook the animals before disappearing again through yet another trail of fallen timber. The coxies of the dead animals seemed to not have suffered any type of scavenger tradition after they had been slaughtered as the tenant all have reported that here the radiation levels were at their house. Because the sun was now beginning to set, Captain Ciderov pulled his unit back away from the irradiated area and tended to follow the trail at first light ending the search for day two. There was a growing sense of excitement inside the terminal as the feeling spread that we would see in fine whatever it was that Colonel Andrew was searching for. Unfortunately, that was coupled in equal parts by a deep feeling of dread that we would find what Colonel Andrew was searching for. Despite Colonel Andrew's warnings against spreading unfounded rumors, there was almost widespread and unspoken speculation amongst the military personnel stationed at the airport terminal that the two infantry companies were looking for something other than the missing bothers of the people that have vanished over the past year. There were even whispers that what they were actually looking for was a demon that screeched in the dark forest after midnight.

41:45The professor, Elina and I found ourselves seated again at our usual dinner table that evening, feeling totally useless as we had done nothing the past few days except listen to reports coming in from the units. And although it was considerably less crowded now in the terminal as the majority of the soldiers were out in the snow, we still spoke in Hushed Yeti's side to tons about what we believed to be occurring at in the field. Colonel Andrew was at the other larger table across the room with his communications officer, meteorologist specialist, Helicopter Pilots, and his maintenance and supply chiefs no doubt discussing the next morning's operations. When his meeting concluded, Colonel Andrew dismissed his men before walking back to... Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing, another checkered flag for the books. Time to celebrate with Jamba. Jump in at chambacacino.com. Let's chamba. No purchase necessary. VTW Group, void work prohibited by law. CCNC, 21 plus, sponsored by chambacacino. The communications room. Excuse me, Colonel said Elina her voice echoing like a song. Would you care to join us for dinner? I would be happy to bring you a fresh cup of coffee. Colonel Andrew stopped and looked at our lovely young intern

42:46and I tried to suppress a laugh as Andrew he attempted to produce a smile. His face simply didn't work that way and his smile looked more like a grimace. Thank you, MS, Ivanov, but I must return to the communications room. Perhaps when this operation is finished. Well then, may I bring you a tray of food then? I've noticed that you've hardly eaten since last night. The professor I dress suspiciously as a thinking. What are you up to, girl? That is very kind of you to offer answer, Andrew. Perhaps later on I will have a run and bring me a sandwich and some coffee. For now, it's getting rattle late for you and the companies will be pulling out of first light. You all should get some rest. I expect you to be at the communications room first thing in the morning. One more thing, Colonel, persisted alienia as Colonel Andrew turned to leave. To my surprise, Andrew turned again and smiled although clearly trying to hide a pitiful look on his face. Colonel, what exactly are we looking for? Why are the professor in a really here? To my even greater surprise, Andrew let out a hearty chuckle as he looked around as if to see if someone was close enough to hear him.

43:46I thought Mr. Zemanan already told you. He looked at me sternly. My younger cousin was never good at keeping secrets. We, Mikhail. Turning to the professor in a lignet, the stern expression never leaving his face. Andrew said, hopefully you two will do a better job at it. Leave me when we find what I'm looking for. You and the professor will be the first to know. Good evening, he said as he turned and walked away well. He's a psychopath, said the professor, when Colonel Andrew was far enough not to hear. It was a little off to five thirty in the morning when I was awoken by a frantic beaten at the door to my janitor's closet. I set up right away hearing the sounds of commotion coming from outside, throwing on some pants. I opened my door to see Elina and the professor standing outside dressed in their army as she'd cold weather clothing behind them. Sleepy looking soldiers were rushing to their duty stations before I could utter anything Elina excitedly said. It dressed in your cold weather clothing. Mr. Zemanan, Colonel Andrew, didn't lie. They found something buried in the snow this morning and we were the first to know. Your cousin told us to come get you and to tell you to bring your camera snapped instantly awake by the news. I threw on my military as she'd cold weather gear, put on my civilian winter jacket with extra rolls of film and flashes stuffed into the pockets

44:47and within fifteen minutes, the three of us were standing in a pre-donkled out at the tarmac. An Emma-minus one-lige utility helicopter wound its engines behind us. Colonel Andrea was also there, but there were no other soldiers with him. Okay, he announced over a bitterly cold when that blew across the tarmac. Now that we are alone, I can tell you what happened at round three this morning. The sentry is a captain-sider of so-kiss. It reported hearing a high-pitched guardel screech coming from the hills about three kilometers to south of their position, followed by the sound of trees being toppled over. Against my better judgment, I allowed Major Rogov and captain-sider of to pursue whatever it was making that nose through the dock. And although they have failed to catch up to it, Sideros men did find a long trail of toppled trees at least a kilometer long, the trees appear to be charred. And there was a deep gouge in the ground as if something had crashed there from a great height the radiation levels here are elevated. About fifteen thousand miterums, Andrea have looked at me, and they followed the trail and found something buried in the clearing under the snow. It was under the forest canopy, so that is why it was unseen from the air, Siderov and his men are attempting to clear the snow away from it now. Stannis love, I said, is it the Americans or is it? I don't know, he interrupts, if my suspicions are true, then that is a question for the professor and Alina will be best able to answer. You, Mikkel, will be there to document everything.

45:49It will be about an eye whose fly from here to Captain Siderov's location, so it would be getting lighter by the time you arrived there. And remember, he said, point into all three of us, though there are soldiers at the site you in the Dicking and Dexcaviding. You are early to report any of your findings to major rug of army personally. Nothing gets discussed with anyone else and no notes will be taken. Only pictures than Mikkel. I only want pictures of the object and anything else related to the object. I do not want any personnel who can be identified in the photos, especially to professor and his assistant. Understand, I could only now dummy his kennel and have assured us into the small helicopter, giving us one final instruction to radio him immediately if something unexpected occurred. The flight from the airport to the site was roughly 45 minutes long, at which time the sky gradually led into a light purple because the actual site was deep within the forest. The pilot was forced to land in a clearing some ways away where the infantry companies, larger vehicles had also been parked. The cult was even worse here than it was at the airport and it was purred that our young lads could still thrive in weather that froze the vema, its stalling red and the gates of Moscow. As God was there to meet us and to escort us to the rest of unit where Major Rogov was supervising the excavation of the thing that it stumbled upon Ella, going was rough in some places as we entered the tree line,

46:50the snow going up to my knees. But a path had been trumped out in the snow by soldiers earlier and after a while, we reached area where the trees and ground had been scorched by something which, indeed, looked to have crashed into the frozen forest at great speeds and from some height, the path of destruction seemed to go for at least two kilometers. I quickly began snapping photographs of the damage as the soldiers led us down the path of charred and fallen trees for about another 500 meters, which finally ended under a section of the forest which was heavy with trees as we drew closer. All concerns that I had about the cold vanished and were replaced with a different chill, which froze my spirit there. We found Major Rogov and Captain Sidera along with at least two dozen soldiers clearing snow away from a lodge, gray coloured metallic object, buried in the snow, professor. Said Major Rogov briskly, to his eyes were red and bludged up, this way crickly, Mr. Ziminin. Miss Ivanov, you two, watch us depth over these fallen looks, the soldiers at work, how are to move snow and trees away to form a relatively clear 20 meter perimeter around the object, there were only a few soldiers near the object now, the rest standing around the perimeter, they had cleared and looking nervously at us. Rogov turned to me, Mr. Ziminin. I'm sure that Colonel Andrew has instructed you as to the parameters and limitations of the pictures you were about to take.

47:50You know what pictures you are allowed to take and what you are not allowed to take, correct, yes. Comrade Major, I answered, turning to one of the soldiers standing within the perimeter. Lieutenant Olo, I said, shaking the unoffice's hand, good morning, does it save to be here? Radiation levels here are elevated. Mr. Ziminin, he answered frankly, we can operate here for a few eyes at a time, which is why we are rotating soldiers in and at every couple of eyes. We will have more specialized uniforms brought in later on once it gets lighter. Over here, Professor, motioned Rogov, what can you tell us of this thing? I followed the Professor and Illinus snapping pictures of the object as I walked. This object was still more than half rebarred in the snow. It was five meters high and three meters wide and seemed to be made of a very thick metal. It was shaped like a bell, although one that was caved and was lying on its side, several deep couches were torn into its side, though it did not appear that the crash was the cause of the damage the object had cast in such a way that the belly visible Nazi swastika on the side of the object was almost face up, Digglocker, Illina modded, eyes wide and both hands over her mouth, the what said Major Rogov, it means a bell. It was supposedly one of Nazi Germany's last wonder weapons. One that supposedly was far more powerful

48:50than the V-Series rockets and perhaps even more threatening than the nuclear bomb program. The soldiers around the perimeter set back away from the Nazi contraction, which had fallen from the sky over a year ago, torn about lights, El Major Rogov, keep an eye out. Something in the hills was screaming last night and you would not want it to take you while your backs were turned. While Major Rogov was admonishing his men, a stepped closer to the thing, which Illina called Digglock. Snapping pictures of every inch of it, the object was indeed caved in and covered in what looked like deep scratches and goutes, what appeared to be door or hatch mounted next to the bun-fated swastika was blown out, allowing me to peer into the darkness inside, all the while I was snapping photographs, Professor. Said Major Rogov impatiently, what exactly is this thing? What is the bell? I'm afraid that I'm not the subject matter to expert on this thing, Major, the unegoes to my assistant. Miss Ivanov, Miss Ivanov asked Major Rogov, well, come here girl, tell me what you know of this thing, I was still taking pictures when I heard Illina step forwards, then you'll be she tripped and fell in the snow. I got up and turned, seeing that a tree branch its negative beard and caused her to fall. Illina turned over, screaming as she called away from the tree branch, Professor Golbov was at her side,

49:51picking her up and pulling her away as Rogov stooped over the tree branch, sticking out of the snow, reaching down, Rogov pulled it from the snow and it wasn't a tree branch, it was a gloved hand, it was attached to a desiccated arm which had been ripped from the body, the torn and blood stains leaving, which the arm was and was that of a Nazi Wolfen SS officer. This, this is impossible. You're Rogov, whoever this is, he died not long ago, perhaps within the last year, Commander Rogov said Captain Siderov, shall I order my men to clear away from more of the area, perhaps we can find more? No, Captain Siderov, answer Rogov, in fact, except for Lieutenant Olive and yourself. Pull your men back another 50 meters, I will continue the search here with the Professor and his assistant. We stood around Major Rogov, stirring with this belief at the amputated arm which he still carried, there was no doubt that the black leather uniform sleeve was indeed at a Wolfen SS soldier as it bore the patch of a black eagle over the Nazi swastika. The SS in a black circle, Commander Rogov said Captain Siderov, after the last of his men had left the clearing, the last of the Nazis were driven from our lands over 15 years ago. Yet here's one of the fascists. How is that possible? Could there be more? He turned, looking nervously at the collapse, bell-shaped objects. Perhaps he died in the crash, Major.

50:53I said, may I take full address of the evidence? Of course, Mr. Semenin said Rogov, putting the arm back down on the ground, meanwhile. Everyone else, I warned you to begin feeling around under the snow. Let us see if we can find any more pieces of our friend here. I took several pictures of the arm while the others, including Lieutenant Olive and his men, began picking a run in the snow to my surprise. Elina was enthusiastically jumping down at the snow with a tree branch, probing around to find more pieces of the dead Nazi's body, 10 meters from where she tripped over the arm. She found something else scooping snow away from around an unusual black mound. She announced, I found the torso and it is an arm. Lieutenant Olive's men completed the process of scooping away the snow, revealing the headless, legless torso of the Nazi officer. The left arm was still attached, frozen itchers hind out of the gaping wound below the abdomen. He looked like he'd been ripped in half. Major Rogov stood over the remains, lighting a cigarette. Mr. Semenin, he asked, did you see any signs of flesh or human tissue within the wreckage, no comrade major? I said, none that I could see. I do not think this man died in the crash. It appears he died after he walked away. Major Rogov searched within the toned black that occurred for any identity of the dead Nazi, but found nothing. Mr. Semenin, please document this.

51:54Then the rest of you continue searching for any signs that there may have been others. As a step forward and begin taking pictures, I noticed that the arm was extended to gloved hand frozen in the shape of a sea, as if it was holding something. I began digging around the area where the arm had been, wiping away snow until my hand brushed against something hard and roughly square-shaped. It was a brunette pouch, lifting it out of the snow. Undead the straps and gingerly pulled out the contents. It was a burk, comrade Rogov, I yelled. I have found something the others quit searching and came to me, as focused on the strange odd factor to discover it. What have you found? Michael said, Rogov, standing next to me and looking over my shoulder. I carefully opened the book, surprised at how well preserved it was despite being buried for a year. It appears to be a handwritten journal. It's written by a Norbist Hans Kimlisch, a naughty Colonel. I said, shaking my head, the name does not ring about Professor Seb Major Rogov. What can you tell us about this Orbist Kimlisch? As I said earlier, karma major. If a tiger or a panda tank fell out of the sky, or if a journal was written by Rommel or Himmler, it could be of better service. But I'm afraid that Miss Ivanov would be the best in the subject matter here. Illina, Seb Major Rogov, all eyes turned to the young university intern. Colonel Hans Comisch, she said,

52:54rubbing her chin in thought. I wonder if it could be Colonel Hans Comer. There was some speculation as to his actual name, but the man known as Hans Kammer, or Hans Kamlisch, was a wafer and SS officer who was said to be in charge of the research and development of some of Germany's secret wonder wafer. Or wonder weapons. May I please see the minuscrete, Mr. Zeman, and I looked at Major Rogov and he nodded, taking the Nazi artifact from me. Illina carefully leafed through the pages, but did not believe that these pages are brittle with age. But from intense heat, Ham, this is interesting. Colonel Comisch opens his journal with a lawn to station on something he describes as a traveling faster than time, carefully turning the pages. Less the crumble and fall apart. She came to a section in the middle of chemistry's journal. Here, he is describing dialogue as not being a vehicle for conventional travel, but rather the key to time, she turned to look at the bell-shaped wreckage buried in the snow regarding it with a growing sense of all remarkable, said the professor. We had long heard that the Nazis had been experimenting in such things as time travel from the German soldiers we had captured, but we dismissed them as the boastful ravines of soldiers who knew that the war was lost. The professor noticed the look of grave concern on Illina's face as she turned to the end of the journal. What is it, Illina? It's nothing. Professor Gillibov she answered. It's just that the last entry in the journal reads,

53:55dialyra is niche lyra, Illina shuttered. What does that mean, Illina? Said Rogov impatiently spit it out, girl. Dialyra is niche lyra. I said, I know that major Rogov for being so gruff with the young intern means the void is not empty. I see, said Rogov, staring back at me with barely hidden contempt as he held out his hand towards Illina. I'll be taking the journal now, miss Ivanov. We don't want any more damage to it before we can. Tyler Reddick here from 2311 Racing. Victory Lane? Yeah, it's even better with Chumba by my side. Race to chumpacasino.com. Let's chumba. No purchase necessary, VTW Group, void work prohibited by law, CTNCs, 21 plus, sponsored by Chumba Casino. Appears in Screech echoed across the frozen valley, causing the soldiers to bring up their weapons and look nervously around them as the unearthly sound continued to reverberate, powerful that it actually shook snow off of the skeletal lens of trees, dar, say Captain Siderov, binoculars to his eyes and pointing to an elevated spot in the snow-covered forest on Northwest, and almost a kilometer and a half distant were trees being toppled over by some violent and seen forest moving slowly away from us, lieutenant, ordered Siderov,

54:56get your men aboard the BTR and investigate what that is. All of Siderov said, all of, you're lads of company, the infantry. See if that thing is the source of your unusual radiation spikes. Another horrifying Screech pass the air, sending askles through my veins and making me grateful that my days as a soldier were far behind me, it took some time to race back through the forest to get back to the vehicles to the credit. Our young soldiers did not test it to follow orders as the immediate amounted on their BTR minus 50 tracked armor transports and tasked across the open tundra for an upblooms of snow and frozen ground behind them, the rest of us, along with the remainder of Siderov's infantry company, mounted back onto the wheeled BTR and gas-light utility trucks and followed the tracked vehicles because the tracked vehicles had far better traction than the snow and ice. They quickly pulled ahead of us as our wheeled vehicles attempted to follow behind in the tracks, which they had just made, then seen thing which was making the unholy Screech as the topple trees down was about one kilometer ahead of the lead tracked BTR. They followed it up to the treeline where the wide armored vehicles could follow no longer, radioing back that the trucks could go no further. Major Rogov instructed the forward puttines, almost at a men turtle to dismount and continue the pursuit on foot. The remainder of the infantry company would follow up

55:58once we reached that location. We were still half a kilometer from the tracks, our wheeled vehicles having difficulty keeping up in a thick snow of Siderov's men were in constant contact with us over the radio and forming us that whatever they were pursuing was also being slowed down by the dense forest minutes later. We finally arrived at the location where the tracked BTR were parked. When the radio erupted with soldiers screaming, automatic weapons fire echoed from the forest, both Captain Siderov and Major Rogov were yelling into their radios, demanding a situation report from the two platoons who were in contact with them. Then terrific screeches from another world they thought were mixed with frantic automatic weapons fire, someone seen in the forest ahead of us. The radio man from the first puttine was screaming and coherently crying that his puttine leader had been torn apart by a demon, Lieutenant Olov. Gald Major Rogov entered the radio, putt him on a radio. He's dead, so it screamed the radio man his team was ahead of us. They died when the thing, the thing, a sickening crunch came over the radio, like a spear going through bone and flesh, followed by Gogolinsan coming from the radio man, it's coming you away. After that, the radio fell dead to static, the thing that merged from the tree's frozen, my blood and terror, making me a statue, my brain screaming vainly at my legs to move, it was like a crap, only its bony exoskeleton was black,

56:59and the six armored and spine covered legs upon which it used to scuttle across the frozen round were at least 20 meters long, ending in a point, much like that of a crap, the flat. Oblonshit body was at least 45 to 50 meters and width and tampered it aside to two very lump points with semblance spears. While all along the horrors, almond flants were a multitude of small aspects, backshade protrusions, twin, black pincers, arms extended 20 meters from the front of the body, each ending in four, three meter long grasping claws from its rear end, a thick, segmented tail rose 15 meters into there, much like a scorpions tail, however, where the stinger should have been, a black skeletal headshot, black submissive and prehistoric alligator rested, and it was from within its horrific mor, lined with raw upon row of punted black teeth, came the blood chillance greech, which echoed for kilometers, emanating a foul odor which followed them and thrust you from the blackest pits of hell, the thing, a thing from the void, the thin witch dwelled in the unspeakable and between of time and space, in which it somehow clung onto the Nazi time machine and was then dragged to earth to our motherland, scuttled with surprising speed towards us, it was a sound like armor clunking as it risked toward us, for indeed, so to show proved to be as hard as tank armor as the rifle and machine gun runs fired at it, by our brave lives had no effect with the terrifying screech

57:59as if it were howling in victory, the demon pounced upon the hasty, skirmished, line established by our soldiers, masslessly tearing into them and the BTR transports, one brave heavy machine gunner aboard a wheeled BTR transport-opened fire at the beast, attracting its attention and buying his comets a few feetal seconds to retreat, the BTR was snatched up by one of the demons called appendages and nearly snapped in half, crushing to courageous heavy machine gunner was trapped within, Captain Siderov was on board another BTR, directing his gunner to continue firing his heavy machine gun while yelling at what was left of his unit to quickly climb aboard the remaining transports, thin and unsettling display of intelligence and understanding. The demon from the void launched the crushed BTR and its claws up Captain Siderov's vehicle, it landed with the trouble crush of metal and gore, instantly crushing Siderov and the soldiers within as if to ensure that no one remained alive in the twisted wreckage, the monster slammed its own claws down upon the ruin vehicles, flattening them in any soldier and lucky enough to have survived, yet despite the bloodshed and carnage that I saw taking place only 100 meters in front of me, our un-lads screaming and Googling as they were ruthlessly impaled and taken up into there to be fed into this hungry, hungry jaws. And consciously, if my camera apps snapping photo after photo, only a handful of soldiers

58:59were still alive, a few still firing their weapons, but most retreated into any vehicle available, my mind was just a fog of horrific images, my ears ringing from the sons of the chaos and destruction, when I felt an urgent tug at my core sleeve turning in shock. I saw Eileen pulling at me to mouth, was moving but I could not hear what she was saying, still tucking frantically at my sleeve, she was desperately behind her towards Major Rogov. Major Rogov was only 10 meters away, waving his hands towards us to hurry up and get to his vehicle, me, Eileen, and the professor were unable to take two steps towards Rogov when we were overcome by a huge shadow. Major Rogov was literally split in half from the spike tip, like which bunched him from head to foot. A second spike tip, like crashed down on his gas 67G, bailing the driver as the gigantic spike crashed through the roof of the vehicle. The thing looked down at us with its black reptilian skull, it's hungry more opened, it stared at us with black eyes seemingly hidden behind empty ice sockets, I reached into my coat pocket, feeling for the macker of pistol was sergeant Galkenysher to me and realized that I had forgotten it back in the terminal, not that it would have helped us there was now hot, wreaking with a stench of burning software, the demon in the sickening metallic odor of spilled blood, I had delineate and the professor close, waiting the inevitable when the chatter of machine gun fire ripped

1:00:00into the side of the beast's head, it turned. Raging in anders, it saw the last two wheel BTR escaping towards the north, the demon from the vote turned and bounded after them, quickly. I yelled they might not get far or last long, I hassle delineate and the professor across the bloody snow towards the last remaining vehicle that looked to still be operable, they tracked an armoured BTR minus 50, though it was only 50 meters away from us, fouled as if we had slugged through several kilometers over several hours just to reach it. My heart sank as I heard the machine guns fall silent behind me, followed by the tearing of metal and the horrified screams of doom soldiers not wanting to turn around because I was too fearful of what I knew I would see. I literally tossed delineate and the professor into the tract fickle, motioning them to lie quiet and still in the hopes that the demon might somehow have forgotten us, and praying that the armoured sides of the vehicle would shield us if the demon did, and I looked up to see a soldier standing out of the hatch, stoically mounting a machine gun, where's the driver? I yelled at him, the soldier was young, perhaps not even in his 20s, and his flowed down his face, the driver's dead, the soldier said, the driver's dead, and I don't know how to operate the stent leave this to me. I jumped back in surprise as the professor hustled up the troop compartment towards the front of the vehicle, with old energy and enthusiasm of a man half his age professor,

1:01:01said delineate, her hands reaching out at if to stop him, where are you going? The engine of the BTR minus 50 raw to life as the rattle of machine gunfire echoed into the hull of the vehicle, wait. I yelled, what are you doing, soldier? You'll only attract a detention. That demon killed my unit. Yeld the soldier as he fired his machine gun, he was screaming in anger as he fired, hundreds of Spencer casings falling into the vehicle, from my vantage point inside the vehicle. I could only see the soldiers lower torso and legs, there was a hearth thump on the roof, and the soldiers' yells were abruptly cut short, his body was literally lifted up and out of the gunner's hatch. I ran forwards to pull him back, but it was far too late. I caught a brief glimpse of the demon bringing the unfortunate soldier up into its mouth, before I reached up and slammed the gunner's hatch shut. Immediately, I was tossed forwards as the professor put the BTR in gear and we launched backward to the rear of the vehicle, hit something hard, and I heard something like a tree branch napping, followed by the beast-reaking in pain and surprise. It's been nearly 20 years since I last drove one of these things. Slamming the vehicle into gear again, I was tossed into Ilina's lap as the professor launched the ungainly vehicle forwards. I looked up from between Ilina's legs,

1:02:01she was blushing as she stared down at me, completely embarrassed. I said, I'm sorry, Ilina, oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. I stood up quickly, legs wobbling as the BTR rolled over the snow at speeds that it was not safe he designed to travel thankfully. The tracks on this heavier vehicle gave it much better maneuverability and speed on the ice and snow over at wheeled counterpart. I cautiously popped open to gunners hatch and looked behind us. The demon was still in pursuit, but two of its front legs were bent in an odd angle. It was a result of the professors for to its mistaken shifting gears, thus making it difficult for the demon to keep up with us still, though its injury had forced it to slow down. The horror was still persistent and angry as it's guttled after us, creating with its movements the clinking sound as if we were being pursued by night sunhose back. I pulled out my camera and began snapping pictures of the demon as it lumbered after us, then slamming the hatchet again. I began rummaging through the BTR commander station. What are you looking for at Mrs. Ilina as she hung on for dear life while the BTR rumbled and shook, I may yelled. Finally, find in the hammock and turning in the radio. Professor, do you have any idea where we're headed? Of course my boy yelled the professor, sounding as if he was having the time of his life.

1:03:02We were on a trail headed roughly north west towards Daedalus Pass. However, the trail we are now on will become significantly narrower soon. Okay, I said, got it. Then yelling into the radio, I said, Colonel Andrew of Colonel Andrew of this is Aminen. Any unit on this frequency, this is Mikhail Zamenin. Colonel Andrew, are you there? I had not learned any of the radio call signs and frankly we didn't have time for such formalities. Last station, last station, this is Oscar 13. Who was this? How did you get on a military frequency? This is Mikhail Zamenin. I'm a civilian journalist. Something has gone terribly wrong. Major Rogov, Captain Sederov, we found. Mr. Zamenin yelled the voice on the other end. It is strictly forbidden for unauthorized civilians to utilize military radio frequencies. Please, be Captain Sederov in the line. Break, break, break. Came another voice over the radio. This is Colonel Andrew of... I breathed the sigh of relief. Mikhail, is that you? Yes, it me.

1:04:03Look, we found something. It took me to Rogov and Captain. Break, break, break. Y'all don't dream angrily into the radio again. Mikhail, calm down. Listen carefully. Are you facing another incident like the one in the Kyrgyn Mountains? I slowed my breathing, remembering a time as a child when Stanislav rescued me from being eaten by a wolf. Yes, I said as calmly as I could, but this is far worse. Okay, Mikhail, listen closely. Tune the radio to the following frequency. It is a secured channel. Doing as I was told, I switched the frequency to the one in which Stanislav had given me. Behind us, I could hear the screeches of the demon outside of our armored hull getting louder. It seemed that not only did it not grow tight, it was also getting closer. How are we looking, Professor? I yelled. This clonking thing isn't as responsive or maneuverable as my old team in his 34 tank, he replied. How are we supposed to defend the mother and against NATO using equipment like this piece of shit, huh? Anyway, to answer your question, we will need to run out of the road or fuel if something doesn't happen soon.

1:05:03Mikhail, this is Andrew. His voice boomed over the secure channel. What is happening out there? Where are you? We're approximately 8 kilometers north-east of your position. We're leaving Captain Siderov's designated search area, traveling roughly due east of the path that leads to Daedalus Pass. As quickly as possible, I explained our desperate and impossible situation of the thing which ambushed us and the loss of Captain Siderov's and time-odrised infantry company. To my surprise, Stanislav did not sound the least bit out full of my story. Okay, is the target still pursuing you? Yes, they said. This is followed by loud high pitch roar coming from behind us which echoed inside the crew compartment. Oh my god, Mikhail. Was that it? Yes, Stanislav. It is right behind us, even as I speak. No more than 100 meters, I'd estimate. The professor says that we will either run out of road or fuel soon. The professor is driving the BTR. How do you get yourself into such misadventures, Mikhail? Andrew's voice returned to being cold and collected. Let Mikhail, I have two my G-minus 21 fighters

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1:07:05silver form, zoom past us, then bank sharply around. Attention, attention, attention. This is straight lead. Do you read pilots, pilots? This is Mikhail Zeminin. I'm in the BTR below you. I see you, Zeminin, said that my G-minus 21 flight leader, whereas Major Rogov never mind that right now. What type of ordinance do you carry? We have air-to-ground rockets and two 500 kilogram bombs. The two silver my G-minus 21 fighters flashed low over our heads again and the horror behind a stop briefing to shriek at them, raising one of his massive claw arms to swipe at the jets. They're unguided, the pilot added, the profissor gun, the engines of the BTR harder, trying to widen the distance between us and the demon from the voy at this point. We were less than 100 meters away from the thing, so it's likely that we may be hit as well. Is that what you're saying? Perhaps, said the pilot, apologetically, you are danger close to the blast. What is that thing that's chasing you? That is, the last gift of the Nazis to the mother and I answered, at this point, the narrow trail carved towards the right round and outcropping the heavily snow-laden sloping mountain to our right rows nearly 300 meters. While the drop-off still to our left fell way

1:08:06into ravine 50 meters below us, the professor had to slow the vehicle to make the right turn on the slippery snow and ice as a creature lumbered steadily on behind us, pilot, IEL. We are at the approach to the call at mountains that lead to the dead love house. Can you strike the outcroppings that I had of us into our right? The two my G-s sword overhead again, the powerful jet engines droning out the screeches of the monster. You cannot be serious. Mr. Zemin and your vehicle will be caught up as well. Not a professor goal above us as good a track driver as he was a team in his 34 driver, I answered. I was the best in the entire God I'm ready to arm me. Y'all the professor from the driver's compartment, this tin can his nothing go ahead, do what you have to do. I'll make this thing fly if I have to, pilot, commence your run, commence your run. Okay, we're going in, keep your heads done and fly as quickly as possible. You will only have seconds to react, climbing down from the hatch and taking a seat next to Iliner. I plopped an oversized vehicle crewman's helmet on her head before hucking her clothes to me, hold on tightly Iliner. Things are going to get bumpy. What's happening, Mr. Zemin, it's something crazy. Hang on, the air was suddenly filled with a hollow, rushing sound like that of a hurricane being forcefully pushed through a metal petal's dozens of rockets impacted into the mountain beside us, followed by the earth's shattering vibrations of four, 500 kilogram bombs exploding

1:09:07nearly above us in the slopes as we rushed past. The rumble of the ground did not subside after the ordinance exploded, but rather picked up greatly, causing our little armor BTR to toss in tumble like a troll or caught up in a tidal wave as millions of tons of snowcane crashing down the mountain side towards us, hang on. This is going to be close to the BTR violently, keep to one side and out-hit my head against something metallic as a raging avalanche of snow and I's crashed down the slopes of the mountain, tipping our BTR over and into the ravine. Can Andreev sir, there are survivors in a cold, dark space which I found myself. I could hear the muffled voice of a soldier somewhere outside, followed by frontic digging. I'm not sure how long I was unconscious, but I was absolutely freezing. My breathing labored, I was not upright at least, not that I could tell, but I could feel a warm body wrapped in my arms. Soft moans fill in a cool, pitch blackness, the Iliner, I said, are you okay? My head was pounding and I feared that I had suffered a concussion. I think so, came a salt, pained reply, I profess it, I, I'm fine, dear. Came a week was from the driver's compartment. This isn't the first time I've been upside down in a truck vehicle, but to tell you the truth, after the battle of Kursky, I thought that would be my last time, Professor Gullibuff chuckled and said, outch, outch, outch, book eight that was a bad idea, try to relax.

1:10:08Professor, I said, talking to the darkness, don't try to move, you may have some broken ribs, I tried to move inside this pitch black metal coffin, but found that I was pinned by something heavy which was pushing on my back, trapping my legs, probably to radio mount. I reached up and gently touched my temple, feeling something warm and sticky, running down my fingers, damn notses. Yeld Professor Gullibuff in 1943 at Cusk, my team in S34 was struck by a notsy tiger tank, flipping us over. They tried to kill me then and are trying to kill me now. Listen, you tell the next generation to always remember to fight the notses or else, or else they'll send God on space goblins after you or something, I will, Professor. If we get out of here, I promise I will, from what I could tell, the BTR had flipped over on top of us, trapping us in a small pocket of air under its bulk. I was on my side, pressed against the bed of snow. Elyna was in a fetal position next to me, but this may have also been our frozen tomb had it not been for the valent efforts of the soldiers outside digging us out, 30 frigid minutes later. I was standing in the glorious sunshine of the frigid mountain pass. My head bandaged and my arm in a sling, looking down at the hole, which the soldiers had dubbed under the snow to rescue us. Then reality, the situation wasn't as bad as it seemed at the time. The Professor, treated his word, had just narrowly

1:11:10gotten us past the edge of the Avalanche, which had only just clipped the rear of the BTR, flipping it over, but only burying the back end. Most of the BTR was actually sticking up out of the snow, though it was inverted. A very fortunate, Mikhail said Colonel Andriev, offering me a cigarette the Magi Palace managed to radio as they're called and it's before they left the station. Elyndova, lighting the cigarette on the Colonel's lighter inhaling deeply. I looked across the overtone BTR to the narrow pass where Elyna, attentive as always, was standing next to press a Golubev, telling him to sit still while the medics checked over him. Golubev was seated on a canvas chat, regaling the two medics of his time in the Great Patriotic War. So there were four. Four of the motherlands team in his 37s against 10. No, 20 of the fascist Tiger tanks. My tank got nine of those bastards before the remaining 30 Nazi bastards put my tank out of commission. So this, this is nothing he said, waving his hands at the overtone BTR, did your friend hit his head, miss said one of the medics, no. At least I don't think so. The professor is always like this. Last week, it was 50 Tiger tanks. I allowed myself a quick smile. What relationship did Sweek young Elyna have with her professor?

1:12:12And why was she always so retented to him? I look sideways at my cousin, how much of what we were searching for did you already know existed? Stanislav? I whisper, I knew about as much as you will be allowed to report Mikhail. He answered, lighting a cigarette of his own, around him on soldiers were securing the area looking for surviving comrades, which I knew they would not find. Other soldiers were busily taking pictures of the avalanche and the overtone BTR while the other team of Lieutenant Olives unit was scanning the area for traces of radiation, looking to me but not daring to ask what happened to their Lieutenant. So if Major Rogov, Lieutenant Olives, the other soldiers. I said, all, unfortunately, lost in the avalanche, said Andreev, just like those people who have been missing this past year, just as there's hikers at what they now call Dietless Pass. And just like the demon that was chasing you, all lost free Cavalanches. The Colonel took a long drug of his cigarette. And just like your camera, Mikhail, I'm sorry. Instinctively, I felt from my camera, realizing with horror that all the proof of everything that we had sacrificed and died to find, the Nazi machine, the monster from the void, was somewhere lost under the overtone BTR. Don't worry, Mikhail continued Andreev.

1:13:13We will recover it a camera, though I fear it may be too damaged to return to you. No matter though, the pictures which my men were taking off the avalanche will be proof enough of the tragedy which prefer Captain Sidorov's men when you post your story. Two days later, Colonel Andreev's driver brought me Professor Golubev and a unit to the train station by then, almost all traces of the Soviet military ever being at the airport had vanished. Although Captain Krautsos men remained at the site of the avalanche for an additional week, just in case my official report to Pavda, which already suspected had been tossed in the trash, had been redacted and rewritten for me about the military. My cousin Colonel Andreev brought me the latest copy of Proud to the morning that we left the airport terminal as promised a front page story was a dedication to the heroic Major Rogov, Captain Sidorov, and the rest of the soldiers who were caught up in an avalanche while attempting to find the missing people who, more than likely, had also been swept up in simmers sudden avalanches months earlier. The story was credited to me, Mikhail Zaminin, my trusted civilian journalist. All the government needed was my name and my presence to land credence to the note of the devlanches with the cause of all the lost life in the area surrounding Diet Loves Pass within a week. All of the events at the pass faded into obscurity. In addition, there was absolutely no reporting

1:14:14of the night at Hailey's Secretive Military Convey, which scoured at a large flat by truck carrying an unusual bell-shaped object under a heavy top down from the region of Diet Loves Pass. Colonel Andreev's men searched me in Professor Golubev, thoroughly for any contraband items which might have pointed to a different conclusion from that which the military wanted the world. And no, Thelina was a different story sheet, pretending to be just a naive young girl who simply tacked the long behind her mentor. Professor Golubev, the soldiers didn't give her much of a search. The train ride to Colt Sova was quiet. Each of us contemplating the events of the last few days and still feel in the shock of being alive that reminded me of how I felt all those years ago when my ebony unit was in Romania. And they had told that the war against the fascists was over and I was still in one piece. Ilina sat next to Professor Golubev, sleeping most of the way as the professor regaled me with tails from the war. Sometime later, excuse myself, and went to the dining carriage to stretch my legs and to bring some bread and cheese back to our coach, but the time I got back. The professor was already fast asleep and a few minutes later. I joined them and in the blissful void of slumber, it was early evening when our train finally pulled into Colt Sova's station and the cold came for those who were leaving to disembark the professor and Ilina gathered the things and opened the door to the coach to leave.

1:15:14Ilina hastated, stop and turn and kiss me on both cheeks that was good to meet you, Mrs. Eminin. Thank you for protecting me when our vehicle turned over. I would not be here if you hadn't. I'm much success with the paper. Ilina, I said quietly to force you and Professor Golubev could leave the train at Colt Sova for the connecting train which would take them back to St. Petersburg. Ilina looked around as passengers began to bark him behind her. Then, seeing as no one was paying her any attention, slipped a small leather pouch out of her bag and handed it to me. You took a big risk getting this out, I whispered. I did it for those whom we lost. It's up to you now. You make sure that the truth gets out someday. Will you, Mikhail, said the professor before taking Ilina's hand and stepping out to blend him with the crowd. Say, Ilina, did I tell you about the time I shot done famous German ace hands, Rudel? It was a cold afternoon as we approached the German border and a line of fascist dork dive bombers ascended from the clouds. Yes, Professor. But I would be happy to hear the story again. Really, said the professor. How about the time when I shot a fascist you boat ride out from under them with my tank?

1:16:16We were on the Baltic coast, you see. Yes, Professor. You told me that one also. Hum. Then it appears that I have no more tales of heroism to tell anymore. Not even one where you drove a tank while being chased by a horrible monster which the Nazis accidentally brought back with them from the void. Giggled Ilina, no, replied to Professor. Technically it wasn't a tank. But tell me how that one goes. Will you, my girl? I chuckled to myself as I watched the two gets hollered up by the crowd, disappearing to and the terminal as a light snorkel began to fall. I walked back to my now empty coach, clinging tightly to my truffle bag as the train pulled out of the station. It took almost two days of travel and was well out to dock before. My train finally arrived to Moscow station. The weather had warmed up slightly since I had left and already the first times of the streets and cobblestone sidewalks were proving tentatively out from under the snow. I debated as to whether or not to call Mr. Sati Carl from tell him that I was herm, but they decided against it. Not because it was already docking, I was afraid of disturbing him, quite the opposite for an older gentleman. Satiackle was quite active and he more than likely want to meet me at a pub for drinks and maybe a bowl of hearty salankasup Mr. Satiackle thinking that the hot meats,

1:17:18sausages and vegetables in his soup would be just the thing to fill my belly as we discussed my trip. And though I did admit to being hungry, I was rather just to get back home to my flat as quickly as possible. There was no telling if there were eyes on me at the moment. It was past 10 o'clock when a cab finally dropped me off at my flat. It was dark inside as I cruddyed off my coat and shoes on my chair and made my way to the study where I laid my travel back and the desk closing the blinds. I then flicked on the desk lamp and strapping my bag and pulling out this more leather punch which I had stuffed under my clothes, unwrapping it. I kiffly laid out its contents there before me set the general of Obersthands Kim Lysh along with the last roll of film from my camera. Leaning back, I sigh deeply, alienate you clever, clever girl, pouring myself a glass of vodka. I raised a toast to my cousin, Colonel Andrew, who had. Once again, saved me from being divided by wolves. You were right, Stanislah. I was never good at keeping secrets. And that is the end. Thank you for listening, and I will see you in the next one.

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