October 27, 1927. Ruthenian Empire, Heilongjiang Province of Manchuria.
It was twelve midnight in the evening and the staff of the Passive Electronically Scanned Array Radar Station scurried about as usual to get ready for their shifts starting soon. The men and women working on their computer stations got up and made way for the radar operators coming from the direction of the hallway who would replace them at their stations.
One of them is a man named Bruno, who was holding a hot coffee mug with its sweet fragrance perfuming the air.
"Something interesting happened?" Bruno asked the man by the name of Boris who simply stretched his arms and yawned.