“Comrades!” he began, "I am glad to meet you and I hope that we, a team of the best scientific minds of the great power, will be able to complete the task in the shortest time possible!" His words echoed through the large, voluminous hall with a high ceiling, "I know that we are faced with the task of creating a soldier resembling pagan gods. However, I have gathered you here to discuss the nuances and global problems that you already had to face before my introduction into the team," He was speaking standing up, then sat down at the head of the table, "Please! Who would like to make a presentation?”
After a short pause, accompanied by the rustling of paper and the flipping of book pages, one of those present came to the microphone on the podium.
“Greetings! Mikhail Alexandrovich, it's very nice to meet you," said a gray-haired man in glasses with thick lenses through which, due to distortion, it was impossible to see the eyes, "My name is Konstantin Yurievich. I am the head of the Department of Biologists, and my work is also very closely related to genetic engineering. I can say that, in fact, the only problem we are facing is the subordination of “elementals”. This is what we call the creatures obtained during genome changes and pharmacological support. For the rest, we, Soviet scientists, can do anything," After these words, the applause of colleagues from the audience rang out. The biologist turned the page of the voluminous report and continued. "Your predecessor, Nikolai Osipovich, suffered from his brainchild. It was a real tragedy. No one could save him. Moreover, we barely managed to destroy this creature, which was subject to its own rage.”
"Tell me more," Reznikov interrupted the report.
"As I have already said, we are faced with one problem that has not yet been solved. We cannot subdue the soldiers created within these walls. And if we consider our first steps (at the initial stage we used dying or recently deceased soldiers), then the problems we had to face were obvious. Those who managed to be resuscitated after clinical death simply went crazy after waking up. Our Soviet ideology, sense of duty and the military oath given to the Motherland had absolutely no weight; these people became insane, and, as you understand, crazy people were completely unsuitable for the goals we pursued. Furthermore, there were experiments with the local population. We selected children. The younger, the better. They had to be stolen directly from pastures. But the young shepherds could not be restrained either. Coming to life, these damn savages were in an extremely difficult emotional state and pursued the only goal—to escape at any cost. One day, a boy managed to escape from the "hospital". We are still looking for him. Some eyewitnesses claim to have seen him in the highlands of the Madara district.”