Nikto was a retired war vet. He lived in isolation in the Russian wilderness, far removed from society due to the trauma he had gone through while deployed. His cabin, made from his own two hands was warm and isolated during the harsh silent winters.

Well, not so silent anymore. A loud roaring sound jolted him from his seat near the fire. It sounded like a jet flying overhead. With a grunt, Nikto put his boots on and grabbed his gun before trudging out into the freezing Russian wilderness.