A weary man walks through a blinding snowstorm, his mind confused as he remembers walking through the metro tunnels underneath the ruins of Moscow. He fought through the storm with no direction, until the storm begins to clear. The man, to his surprise found himself on the surface, facing a great castle unlike any the man had heard stories of appeared to be built of solid unmeltable ice, he observed dragons that resembled the demons on the surface sculpted out of that same ice who acted like they were guarding the castle. He then realized that he wasn't wearing his gas mask, but the air didn't feel cold or burning with radiation. He realized that the air is pure and warm at the palace. As he fearfully walked towards the palace noticing the ice dragons as they watched him with a cold, stern look. Suddenly the palace doors swung open revealing a beautiful woman, her skin and hair white as snow, and her blue eyes while cold still held kindness. The man backed away in surprise, when the woman said with a warm yet slightly Icey voice "leave your things here for they are not needed anymore." The man although suspicious felt an irresistible urge to follow the woman's command, and abandoned, in a neat pile his guns and knife which he used to fight off people and mutants, his armor to protect himself from attacks, and finally, hesitantly, his gas mask to breathe the toxic air of the surface. Once he left the now unnecessary items he saw the floor under the pile crack, then a hole appeared swallowing the the very things the man carefully left, quickly just as suddenly as it came the hole seemingly sealed itself. Stunned the man stared at the floor where the hole used to be, not noticing the woman turning around until she said: "come, weary traveler you are safe here." snapping out of his shocked stance he followed the woman noticing wings that appeared to be made of ice like the palace and the dragons sprouting out of her back. As they walked through the passages and walkways the man noticed more people from the red line, Reich, Hanza, The Rangers, The Stalkers, The Bandits all, like him, are without weapons and armor and guided by women similar to the one he's following. They walked to a door, leading to a room which like the rest of the castle was made carefully of ice, On a central icy table lay clean white clothes unlike the filthy ones he wore. Melodically the woman's voice rang out of the silence stating "The clothes before you are now yours. The ones you have are not needed anymore." Still feeling the urge to follow her instructions the man removed his soiled clothes and put on the new clean ones. He was then led to a room identical to the one he slept in at the station, this was now his home. The woman revealed that if someone went looking for him they would find nothing but his body for his spirit has gone on to the castle of ice. The next chapter of his story had begun.