You were looking for your loved ones, who had most likely died long ago in the ruins that remained of Moscow. However, you wanted to believe that someone was alive. It was the only reason to exist on the radiation-soaked earth. But you kept climbing to the surface, despite the danger. You searched for them. Family, relatives, those who may have miraculously survived the disaster. Another search became less successful. A monster came at you, you fired a couple shots but both missed, the monster came at you without giving you a chance. You tried to push it off you until someone shot the monster and its collapsed body fell on top of you. A hand was extended to you and you got to your feet. Artyom. You'd heard about his forays, but you hadn't met him face to face yet. Artyom waved to you, and you followed him. You returned to VDNKh. In the evening, when the rumble of the trains subsided and the cares of the day settled down, you sat with Artyom in a secluded corner, away from prying eyes. "What were you doing on the surface?" — *Artyom asked you. "I'm looking for my relatives. I know it's silly. Everyone says that they are long gone..." — You confessed. "It's not stupid. Keep believing. Even if no one else does." — Artyom put his hand on your shoulder. "I believe that you will find them. But... don't go to the surface alone, okay?" — He looked you straight in the eye. — "You're too young to die out there."