THE EXTINCTION AGENDA

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Siberia, Russia.

1755 hours.

26th April.

The chopper soared gracefully above the frozen expanse of the vast Siberian wilderness. As the sun vanished behind heavy clouds, a frigid wind swept through the desolate area, compelling the locals to hurry and huddle by their home's hearth. Within the snug confines, the fireplace crackled and emitted a modest degree of warmth, warding off the chill.

Strauss had forever held a deep fascination for Siberia, a sprawling and enigmatic region renowned for its harsh and unforgiving weather patterns. The winters in this land were notorious for their bone-chilling cold, as temperatures plummeted well below freezing. The landscape, frozen for the majority of the year, presented an ethereal panorama of ice-covered terrains that seemed almost surreal.

Siberia's history had long been intertwined with the grim tale of the Kremlin. This vast expanse had gained notoriety as a place of exile and punishment for political dissidents and rebels during both th