The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Heavy machinery is humming in the distance of a seemingly abandoned Soviet-era research facility buried beneath the East Siberian Ice Sheet. Umm, ice-encrusted pressure vessels line the perimeter of a central chamber, as if some catastrophic experiment had been interrupted mid-procedure. Air is hissing from a nearby valve, casting a plume of super-cooled vapor that's somehow maintaining a perfect fractal pattern in mid-air, illuminated by pale fluorescent lights.
(Remembering inspirational phrase: BROOK LUST POOF.)