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[STATIC]—my son, Ilya. He’s in there, floating in the heart of that thing, alive—dreaming, but alive. CHERNOBOG must be stopped. The Commissar will have my head for it, I am sure... yet it must be done. There is no other way. It is a delicate process, yes—complicated, and precise. One wrong move could kill my boy... blyat! Suka blyat—[DISTANT SHOUTING, GUNSHOTS, MIC CUTS] [STATIC] ...when I have d…
