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[Alexandr Korol]

of these locations, though there are many such places. So I decided to call in a team of specialists from Moscow — just so you understand, for the tenth time. This was after I was inspired by the first volume of “Alternative History”, and they came to investigate. The first words they said upon arriving were, “Do you have a subway down there or something?” I wasn’t on-site at the time, but my representatives asked, “What? Why do you say ‘subway’?” The specialist replied, “It’s strange. There’s just some kind of tunnel down there — six meters wide, four meters high,” or the other way around — six meters high, four meters wide. “And the tunnel extends 200 meters straight before turning off to the side.” And he says, “Well, it looks like some kind of tunnel, like a subway,” laughing as if it were a joke. So we started mapping it out, plotting the route, determining where it begins and how it extends. And of course, there were several possibilities — I told you, I’m a skeptic — so either it really is a tunnel, as the instruments indicate, or there’s something else underground creating that kind of signal. So what are the possible explanations? The first version — it’s an actual tunnel. The second version — it’s a mineral deposit, some kind of valuable natural resources. The third version — something extraterrestrial, or perhaps a meteorite. That’s it. I didn’t pursue this further or do anything with it because, as of today, it’s impossible. Or rather, let’s put it this way — if I were given the green light, I would start working on it, but for now, it’s just blocked for me, as if something in my mind is stopping me. You know how sometimes you have 20 different things to do, people to talk to, or tasks to handle, but certain things get highlighted while others seem to be erased and forgotten? This has been completely blocked for me, erased, forgotten — so that I wouldn’t get involved in it. Yet for some reason, I absolutely had to mention in the second volume that I have this tunnel. And it does exist — tunnels, or something, I don’t know exactly what. There, in that zone, a compass spins wildly, just like in a movie — the needle keeps shifting and spinning uncontrollably. You can see it with the naked eye, which means something is truly off. What exactly it is, I don’t know. But it exists, and I needed to document it — to confirm that I have this place, that Karelia is not an ordinary location.

What’s next? The third point I had written down, which I mentioned in the second volume, was a reference to the idea that everything depends on me — whether things will be good or bad. I clearly remember that during that period