The Mobile Base Vehicle plowed through the accumulated snow, arriving at a small village in the northern part of the Tunguska Region called Rakim.
The locals were all holed up at home, hibernating through the winter, and it was almost impossible to spot a soul outside. With Siberia's exceedingly short planting season, once the wheat, corn, soybeans, and potatoes were harvested—cabbage being the only possible addition—there would be nothing left. Vegetables relied entirely on greenhouses; otherwise, anything planted was doomed to die.
The devils have entered the village, no, the Russians have entered the village!
Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang! Bang, bang, bang!
Tanya pounded forcefully on the wooden door of a village convenience store that doubled as a bar, pool hall, and village office. The village chief's house was right here—if you wanted to find the local snakes, knocking on this door was sure to be right.
