Viktor banked the plane, the wings catching the brilliant, cold sunlight. He leveled out, positioned himself high above the unsuspecting targets, and prepared to put the experimental modifications to the ultimate test. The engine hummed a steady, powerful tune as he pushed the nose down into a dive.
The MiG-3 was a thoroughbred designed for the thin air of high altitudes, but down here, close to the frozen earth, it fought like a trapped animal. Volkov flipped open the folder to the last page. A handwritten note in the margin read: At 7,000 meters, she does not fly. She screams. Download File БМ 323 - МиГ-3.rar
The vast Arctic landscape began to shrink, transforming into a desolate mosaic of jagged peaks and frozen waterways. Viktor initiated a steep climb. Two thousand meters. Four thousand. The cockpit's meager heating system was no match for the outside temperatures; frost began to crystallize along the edges of the instrument panel. Viktor banked the plane, the wings catching the