After looking through the various blueprints, I found out what type of anti-tank mine I'd taken from the Red Wolves:

It was a TM-41.

As it turned out, there was a more powerful – albeit heavier – version called the TM-44.

And after some tinkering and forging, I was able to manufacture these for myself.

From now on, I thought it would be a good idea to take a few of these with me, just in case.

Then, one night, I got an idea:

I was convinced that whatever had been bothering me over the past few days was somewhere in this mineshaft that I had taken residence in.

I briefly considered leaving this place and taking up residence somewhere else, but I couldn't just give up like this.

Rather, I was going in…

Into the mine.

There was just one problem:

I'd blocked off the mineshaft earlier as a way of establishing my home's boundaries.

However, by carefully removing the bricks that blocked off the rest of the mine and setting them aside, I could now go deeper into the Mines.

After packing extra food, fuel and water, I went into the mine.

It was very dark, but my tank's headlight was bright enough to illuminate the mineshaft.

Even so, navigating the place wasn't easy.

I could hear creaking at some points, so I was afraid that the mine would crumble and Goliath would be stuck forever in an eternal tomb.

At certain points, I was afraid I'd become lost.

To make matters worse, at one point, I'd even heard some evil laughter and a woman screaming in pain.

Sensing this, I pushed Goliath's engine as hard as I could without any regard for the condition of the mine.

However, I went a few ways and could find nothing.

Rather, I emerged atop a hill.

Already, I decided I had a tactical advantage here.

However, there was the matter of what enemy tanks might be down there.

A quick peek over the eastern ledge of the hill didn't reveal much, just the tail end of a T-34 disappearing into a village.

I drove to check out the western ledge, when suddenly, a T-50 swooped in!

Since it was so close, I blew it to pieces.

I positioned Goliath near the entry to the hill in case anyone else showed up.

Also on that matter, I set up some anti-tank mines to block the area off.

Despite the obvious dangers, a few more tanks made the foolish choice of driving up the hill: An A-20, a T-50 and an alternate version of the T-50 called the T-50-2.

Naturally, they all blew up.

When I pushed the other T-50 over, then I had blocked myself in.

Nevertheless, two T-34s showed up and tried to force their way through while firing at me.

They only got a couple of hits and got blown up, becoming part of the roadblock.

Now that I was boxed in, I decided to pick off the rest of them from my own little island.

It wasn't easy, especially considering how fast their light tanks were.

But aside from that, they seemed to have an inhuman sense of where I was.

Often, when I approached a ledge, I found myself being fired upon.

Not all the shots hit, but plenty of them did.

Even so, a number of them bounced.

However, there was one that did significant damage.

Even worse, I found out that the gun would no longer fire!

In anger, I just hammered away at the mechanism along with the crew.

Thankfully, I got the gun working, but I couldn't fix the sights out in the field, so I'd have to be more careful with my shots.

I was also running pretty low on ammo, too, but I picked the rest of my foes off and decided to head back.

Of course, there was just one more of them, and he gave me this radio message:

"HA HA HA! You can't stop us! We'll kill you! KILL! KILL! KILLLLLLLLLLL! HAHAHAHAHAHAH!"

"Hey, calm down," I replied, "there's no reason to get all worked up over this!"

He replied: "The prey speaks! We'll get you, prey, HAHAHAHA! DIE! DIE! DIIIIIIIIEEEEE! WHOO! WHOOOOOOOOO!"

I decided I'd had enough of this man's psychotic rambling, so I shut my radio off.

I looked around the hill, but couldn't see anything.

When I got back to the roadblock, though, I saw a couple of the blown-up tanks moving.

Sensing that something was wrong, I backed up.

Soon, a KV-4 came up the hill, having actually managed to drive over the roadblock.

It tried to come after me, but Goliath was a bit faster and more maneuverable than the KV-4.

Bit by bit, the 152mm howitzer chipped away at the KV-4 until…

BOOM!

I win again!

Having vanquished them, I checked to see what company they belonged to.

They called themselves "The Gulag's Rejects", and they were made up of criminally insane people and mutant humanoids that had been living in the Pripyat Marshes.

Some of them carried books with them, mainly works by Nietzsche and the Marquis de Sade, plus a book called "Là-Bas" - titled "Там, внизу" in Russian - by a guy named Joris-Karl Huysmans.

Funny, I thought that Stalin had banned Nietzsche's works due to their alleged connection with Nazism.

Then again, the Rejects' minds work differently, so I'm sure they'd find ways of getting their hands on this stuff.

You know, I think that Dr. Stein may be a nice boy compared to these people, but I'm not sure.

Comparisons aside, I decided that I never wanted to go back here again, even though there was a beach here.

So, I hooked up a T-34 to Goliath and pulled it into the entrance of the mineshaft.

I also detonated some explosives at the entrance to seal it off.

Afterwards, I drove back to my home and re-sealed it, keeping anything or anyone else like the Gulag's Rejects from coming in.

Criticism is gold. Negativity and nitpicking are pyrite.