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The vast Arctic landscape began to shrink, transforming into a desolate mosaic of jagged peaks and frozen waterways. Viktor initiated a steep climb. Two thousand meters. Four thousand. The cockpit's meager heating system was no match for the outside temperatures; frost began to crystallize along the edges of the instrument panel.

The throttle moved forward, and the MiG-3 responded with a surge of raw power. The aircraft's tail lifted almost immediately as the massive propeller clawed at the thin, frozen air. Viktor fought the torque, his muscles straining against the rudder pedals to keep the nose pointed down the center of the icy strip. With a final, jarring bounce, the landing gear retracted, and the aircraft transitioned from a grounded machine to a creature of the sky. Download File БМ 323 - МиГ-3.rar

As the altimeter needle swept past six thousand meters, the atmosphere changed. The pale blue of the horizon deepened into a dark, midnight hue. This was where the MiG-3 was designed to live. The heavy, sluggish feeling in the controls vanished, replaced by a delicate, razor-sharp responsiveness. The vast Arctic landscape began to shrink, transforming

The frozen tundra of the Arctic airstrip was a canvas of pure, blinding white, broken only by the sharp, metallic silhouette of the MiG-3. Tail number 323—known to the ground crew simply as "The Beast"—sat idling. Its massive Mikulin V-12 engine coughed out thick plumes of grey smoke that were instantly whipped away by the biting northern wind. Four thousand