Scouts aren’t born—scouts become. Or maybe they are born, too. Especially when the head of your Shelter is a GRU special forces colonel, radioactive ruins surround you, filled with bloodthirsty mutants, your neighbor is eager to shoot you in the back—and every day you have to fight for your life. Your own. For your loved ones. For your friends. You can only hope for the trusty “vintorez,” the partner tested in a hundred scrapes, and for luck. To exist you pay with bullets, and for mistakes you pay with blood. Again and again, you have to prove to the world that you have the right to power…