Viktor slammed the heavy canopy shut, cutting off the howl of the wind, replacing it with the deafening, mechanical roar of the supercharged engine. He gave the ground crew the thumbs up. The chocks were pulled.
Inside the cramped cockpit, Captain Viktor Volkov adjusted his heavy, sheepskin-lined flight goggles. The canopy was already fogging from his breath. Underneath his heavy gloves, his fingers traced the worn edges of a thick, weathered file resting on his lap. Stamped in fading red ink on the cover were the letters and numbers: БМ 323. 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. Viktor slammed the heavy canopy shut, cutting off