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«Feel that metallic taste in your mouth? Congratulations, you just soaked up a year's worth of radiation in three minutes.»

April 1986. Pripyat. The world collapsed in a single night, turning into a zone of invisible warfare where the enemy cannot be seen or touched, but can be felt by the bitter metallic taste on your tongue. This is not a heroic epic; it is a chronicle of survival at the epicenter of the greatest man-made disaster in history.
All around is the chaos of the first days of liquidation: helicopters humming overhead, panic in the command centers, the scent of ozone in the air, and the quiet, maddening click of dosimeters. Here, truth drowns in bureaucracy, machinery melts from radiation, and human life is measured in accumulated Roentgens. There is no room for romance—only concrete dust, lead shields, and the heavy choice between duty and saving one's own soul.
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