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.
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
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. Viktor slammed the heavy canopy shut, cutting off
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 throttle moved forward, and the MiG-3 responded