Siberia

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Three Russian KamAZ-53501 trucks rumbled through the gates held wide by two men and into the compound surrounded by a security fence topped with razor wire. Like a well-rehearsed ballet movement, the vehicles turned and reversed towards the largest building. With a loud hissing of airbrakes, they parked in a neat row. Men climbed out, and while some raised the shutters on the tailgates and climbed inside, two men headed for the entrance. The man spinning a key around his finger, split off, unlocked the door to the smaller hut attached to the side of the main building, and went inside. The other man halted at the main building’s single door, and slipping a key card from his pocket, he stared at the dead lights on the key lock. He glanced alongside the building when the chugging of the backup generator spluttered to life, spurting dark diesel fumes from the exhaust protruding from the roof; the main generator lay inside, situated on the lowest level.

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