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I tried reading out each syllable until confirming what I saw on the notice board. There in bold letters was written out a name which I haven't seen in ages , but it was still dear to me. "Timir Sorokin" The letters laid prominently on the piece of paper attached to the board with thumb pins. It definitely was not a coincidence that someone had a similar name as my grand father and also worked at an Antarctic research station.

Many thoughts rushed through my head, about the past, about the possibilities and current situation. This man was the reason I was alive today, but I definitely remember being on his funeral, I was one of the main people who spoke on the stage, to put wholesome prays in for him. I never got the point of preparing speeches on funerals as those words, lines and paragraphs are made up, they don't come from depths of heart.

I remember when he used to tell me about his stories about how magnificent Antarctic was, just imagining the cold winds and isolation gave me goosebumps. He was the reason why I was part of Russian research group, I followed his footsteps and now it lead me to a place no one knew. To be honest I never had any intention to do anything in my life as I had seen how hard you try most of the time you ended up in mediocre life cycle. Which was the case with my parents, they never accomplished anything and in fear of me growing up to see their failure they left me. Now I say it was a great decision even though in the beginning I could not understand why such bad a event occurred but now I understand it was to make themselves free and give me a better life under my grand father. I don't remember many cheerful memories from my childhood but few which were, were with my grandfather.

I sighed taking a deep breath in, the air was not cold. The building was built in such a manner that I didn't make you realise that I you were in Antarctica. I observed more details on the board. Beside the name of my grandfather was the room he was assigned to.
B9 R5 It meant floor 9 and room 5, so we were indeed underground that made sense why I was not frozen to death till now.

"So he used to work here, huh..." I chuckled realising that everything that my reality had shattered by such a few words, the dead bodies, hectic chase and Maria's word were not a true eye opener but this was. I needed to think like a cold rational but the matter was the more logically you think the more you fell in the trap of irrational exuberance.

If my grandfather was working under Americans than he betrayed the motherland, but then again he could been forced. That was one of my assumptions, other was that this was not an American conspiracy anymore but something that was beyond humans, something on a scale that I could not imagine. My best bet was to find the room he used to work in, then at least I would have some answers that might satisfy my curiosity.

I checked the floor map to see that I was currently just one floor above, I needed to find the stairs, or maybe a working elevator if in luck. But then another conflicting though struck me. Shouldn't I try to contact Maria again or try to find other researchers from my unit. Was it right to just follow my curiosity or actually find a some life in inside of this asylum and a way out. But the problem was even if I got outside It was definite that I would die in matter of some time, I needed to find a way to contact, get help but again it was impossible at current stage.

I walked straight knowing the long hallways will lead to some place at the end knowing that there was always an end, either to another path or a dead end. Life was similar to that whether you ended up in a different place or just died in attempt to survive. The second outcome was ow heavily hanged over my head. My footsteps were quite and brisk so I could try to cover the never ending homogenous doorways. It was like the facility was built by an architect who was fond of prisons, because each room was like cell, the only difference was here you were more than a prisoner, a lab rat.

At end of all this walking a elevator was in sight, standard in appearance nothing out of ordinary. The buttons on the side show no sign of activity, since most of the buttons glow. I pressed the buttons with my nihilistic side saying that it was not going to work and I had to find another medium to get down, but then a ting echoed through the empty hallway. The yellow flickering light slowly pour out as the door slowly opened to reveal something lying on the ground. I had seen fair share of my horror and even including some shocks, but this time it was both. Something laid in front me half alive or half dead, couldn't tell until I entered.