Tarkov: the Night Before

Novinsk Special Economic Zone, 72 hours before the blockade. Everything looked normal: the ports were still functioning, queues were still forming at supermarkets, and the radio was still announcing "planned power outages." Except for those military vehicles without license plates, except for the increasingly frequent voltage flashes, and except for the sound of breathing on the phone from my wife Anna. Port Authority dispatcher Alexey is just an ordinary guy. He doesn't know how to CQB corners, he doesn't have a body armor, and he doesn't have a system. The only thing he could do was pick up his daughter from school with a dispatch diary that he shouldn't read. But what he didn't know was that when he stepped onto the "one-way" ferry, the city's countdown had already reached zero. "Don't ask what's going on up there. Let's just watch the screen." ——This is a desperate story with no heroes or superpowers, just ordinary people trying to grasp the last straw on the eve of the doomsday collapse.