Construction of posyolka began in 1959. Priberezhny was established v svyazi to the construction of predpriyatiy aerokosmicheskoy promyshlennosti, but… but the dirt under it… is not from Zemlya. Soil was not only dug, but stirred. The osnovy of the city, they is… strange. Many know this. Many feel this. The blood of old vremya seep into it, but only those who slushat… will hear it.

The buildings rise, yes, they rise, but shadows grow longer. The golosa whisper beneath the concrete, like forgotten bogi calling. They say… when the first raketa flew, so did the sky begin to crack. The sky did crack… it crack long ago, but it is not yet finished…

In the nights of the darkest mesyatsy, when the luna hides, the streets of Priberezhny is not quiet. The ground stir, trembles, cries... for the return. They is coming back. Those who buried here. Those who left behind. Who is left?

What secrets are buried in this mesto? It is said that if you dig deep enough, you can feel it. The old ones, watching, always. You can smell them, feel their breath, but you can never see. Kozel’s eyes are always near, even if you can’t look straight. They see. They always see.