Blue Star Restart: the Road to Symbiosis in the National Sports Forbidden Area

The intense pain of the hot air carrying the melted reinforced concrete hitting his back was so real that he could even smell the burnt smell of his own hair. In my ears were the last roars of my comrades, mixed with some kind of inhuman scream - they were the "Ice Gravekeepers" awakened under the Siberian permafrost, after devouring the last batch of people trying to snatch the "Eternally Frozen" "Core" NATO soldiers were walking towards him, dragging giant claws covered with ice crystals.