When the engineers started talking about building a station here, they tried to stop them. Local whisperers said that they would destroy many. The priests kept repeating that this was the beginning of the fiery hyena.
But construction began, and the city developed at a rapid pace. Even from neighboring Kharkov we went here to work. It was necessary to service 1 power unit of the station - Borkovskaya NPP.
The village of Borki has become the second Pripyat and, probably, the most promising city. The two stations worked in tandem, providing electricity to the entire USSR.
It broke out in 1999. On the night of Ivan Kupala. Flared up, and absorbed a lot of earth. The neighboring city of Kharkiv, in which about 1.5 million people lived, has become of little use for life. It became like a camouflage, divided by spots into zones, green and red. The world has changed. A flash shook the whole of Europe and a large area plunged into the darkness of an eternal, endless autumn.
No one was involved in the evacuation, and there was no one to evacuate. I was born in 1986 when Borki were just starting to build. And on that ill-fated day in 1999, I turned 13.
On the street, sort of like, 2006. I do not know. I am 20. I settled with others underground, as I lived on the Biblica. And my native KhTZ began to die out from oncology. Horizon, Rogan and Span also live here. Further KhTZ - death.
I am a Kharkov citizen, my name is Victor. I remember a good time. I remember when I was little in the botanical garden. They showed a fern there, told legends about the Perun's color. And from, to the KhTZ station, rumors reached that it bloomed under the influence of the atmosphere. This is my chance. One scientist from Saltovka said that this may be true. Or maybe not. The devil only knows. But I have to get Perunov color, suddenly, it will save lives.
