[ WP ] November , 1965 : Moscow has lost radio contact with a secret research facility in Siberia , and the last broadcast from the facility was `` It ... is awake . ''

Five minutes to drop. It had been a long plane ride. All that I've been told is that we're dropping somewhere in Siberia. It's not my place to ask questions. Looking at my comrades loaded with ammo I can tell that superiors expect this mission to be messy. Parachuting in indicates that a quick response is necessary. The details do n't matter. My team is the best. We can handle whatever is down there. I'm sure of it. 
 
 The weather is incredibly calm for Siberia. Our drop goes well and we're formation within minutes. We make our way into a woods adjacent to the field we landed in. I'm on point. A kilometer into the woods I see what must be our target. A concrete building, sticking only a meter out of the ground and heavily camouflaged. I signal the men behind me and we proceed to cautiously approach the entrance. 
 
 No guards stand at the doors. The halls and all of the rooms are empty. It appears to be some sort of research facility. I do n't care to know what they are researching because my country has a way of keeping you quiet if you learn something you should n't. We make our way down the single hall in this building to the last door. Words do not describe the scene that awaited us behind that door. 
 
 I've done many bad things. Been witness to many gruesome displays. Nothing could have prepared me for this. Fifty men lay in the center of this room. Most were dead, but some lay there screaming in agony. The majority of them had ripped out their own eyeballs, some had bitten the veins out of their arms, all of their wounds seemed to be self-inflicted. One man, in a once white now red lab coat, stopped his screams when he heard us enter. 
 
 `` You must n't look at him! Run while you can!'' he screamed. 
 
 Our medic ran over to him, `` Look at who? Who did this to you?'' 
 
 `` He will show you your true fears. Things you can not imagine.'' 
 
 A young boy, no older than nine, then walked out of a shadow. He strolled in front of us and said, `` Thank you for the introduction Doc.'' 
 
 My head suddenly exploded with images of my family and friends being brutally mutilated. I fell to my knees when a gunshot went off and the images disappeared as quickly as they came. Petruvski stood there with smoke slowly working its way out of his gun barrel. The boy lay with a hole through his skull. 
 
 At the debrief when they asked Petruvski what happened he said that he was unaffected by the boy. A few weeks later I was on watch with him and mustered up the courage to bring it up. 
 
 `` Why do you think you were n't affected?'' 
 
 `` You all say that your worst fears flashed into your head, yes? I carry no fear. I was about the same age as that boy when they sent my family to the gulag. My eyes have witnessed the death of all those I loved. They ran test on me and decided I would be a good soldier. I'm now forced to fight for the country that killed my family. There is nothing worst you can do to me. The damage has already been done.''
