Metro: Moscow

(Completed) Twenty years after the nuclear war. Moscow. The surface of the earth is the kingdom of radiation, and the subway is the last tomb of mankind. Forty thousand people huddled in underground tunnels, dividing camps in the dark, fighting for air, and trading bullets - the red line's sickle and hammer flag was still flying, the R-emblem of the Fourth Reich spread on the tunnel walls, Hanseatic merchants used poison canisters as currency, and Metropolitan Polis sat at the intersection of all forces, maintaining a fragile balance. And above all the forces, there is a team of less than a hundred people. They called themselves the Spartan Rangers. There is only one motto: Who else would you give me? They owe no allegiance to any faction and are only responsible for the survival of the subway itself. They used the best guns, fought the hardest battles, and died in the deepest underground. No one remembers their names, because their names have long been replaced by a series of numbers - embroidered on the left arm sleeve, red thread, with blood type marked next to it. Not to facilitate blood transfusion. It's so that when they die, the person collecting the corpses doesn't have to open their pockets. This book has no fixed protagonist. A young recruit who inherited a "question number" is answering a question with his actions: Is the Ranger's number a tombstone or an oath? A scarred veteran teaches the recruits one last thing in a dark tunnel - not how to kill, but how to continue walking after killing. An armory administrator responsible for distributing equipment witnessed the disappearance and inheritance of each number.