VICTIM OF TIME AND SPACE: ONE SOUL AGAINST FIVE ARMIES

A man in a tattered winter uniform of "flora" color, as in the Russian army of the 2000s, was running through the Antarctic wasteland in the snow. He had a rather "worn" look, an unkept beard and a ushanka hat with a red star, one eye covered by a bandage made of bandages yellowed from old age. He had an old AK on his shoulder and a duffel bag on his back. He resembled some beggar from the Russian countryside, or a partisan from the deep woods, who was walking away from some enemies on snowy trails. But he had no enemies now, he was a scout and explorer. He had been led to Antarctica by some charlatan's book of 2034 edition, where he told about "secret documents of the USA" and combat robots, which they buried in the snow of Antarctica. Due to global warming, the snow level there has dropped dramatically, and it has become possible to find artifacts from past eras such as the notorious robot. An armed bum was equipped and sent to the search by representatives of the State Committee of Secrets of the Past, a military and political structure in the North Russian Kaganate. He didn't just run, but toward the outline of a gray object, visible even in such a heavy snowstorm. He was blown about by the wind, but he kept going, and finally reached it, leaping down the steep slope to the inside of the object. Here he was confronted by a few icy torn wires, huge icicles and piles of snow, among which lay the fresh corpse of a blonde girl with an icy prosthesis and deep wounds on her arms. The soldier fell to his knees and could not contain his joy - the book did not lie, everything was exactly as described there! Looking into the dark corner of the robot's innards he raised his hands and addressed someone: - I found it! I did it! Please leave me now, I've redeemed myself with blood and sweat! Thirty-three dead men and a mystery solved, let me go! With this emotional monologue he threw off his ushanka and tore off his eyepatch, both of his eyes were watering, and the one that had been hidden before was gray instead of normal, with a purple magic circle in the place of the pupil. In the dark corner, the fuzzy outline of a gray creature in a dim crown slowly took shape and nodded to the soldier. He squeezed his eyes shut and blinked, and when he opened his eyes again he felt unusually light. He no longer bore the dark divine seal, and no longer had to hide the destructive power of the eye - it was gone now. He pulled out an old, push-button cell phone and called the man he called "First". The First had gotten information from him and geolocated the location of the remains of the battle robot. It was 2046, and the North Russian Kaganate was grasping at any chance to improve its position on the front lines. Luna's story was not over. But over the description of this story.