The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Dense fog blankets an abandoned Soviet-era research station on the shores of Lake Baikal, the distant hum of an unseen helicopter reverberating off icy, metal buildings like... it's an echo that won't decay. Uh, the still, frigid air clings with the acrid smell of burnt wiring and something almost like rocket fuel, yet the sky is clear of clouds, displaying an aurora borealis dancing above. A monolithic, graffiti-scrawled CS:GO server room door, adorned with symbols from the Thelema's 'Book of the Law', appears fused to a crumbling reactor core - seemingly generating intense, crackling electricity that synchronizes perfectly with the server match timer, as if that's what it was built for.