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BATTLESTATE PRESENTS

ALL EVENTS AND LOCATIONS ARE FICTIONAL. ANY COINCIDENCES ARE PURELY ACCIDENTAL.

IN 2015, TERRAGROUP INTERNATIONAL CORPORATION DEPLOYED ITS PRODUCTION

FACILITIES IN THE NEW FREE ECONOMIC ZONE IN THE NORVINSK REGION.

WHEN TERRAGROUP LABORATORIES IN TARKOV WERE INSPECTED, REPRESENTATIVES

OF THE AUTHORITIES WERE FORCIBLY CONFRONTED BY THE PRIVATE MILITARY COMPANY "USEC".

THE ARMED CONFLICT IN THE NORVINSK REGION BECAME PROTRACTED. THE TERRITORIES

WERE BLOCKADED BY THE RUSSIAN ARMY AND THE POPULATION EVACUATED.

UN PEACEKEEPING FORCES HALTED THE ACTIVE PHASE OF THE CONFLICT.

HOWEVER, PRIVATE MILITARY COMPANIES CONTINUED THEIR LOCAL WAR ON TERRITORIES

CONTROLLED BY LOCAL GANGS.

A PRIVATE MILITARY COMPANY, "BEAR", WAS ESTABLISHED BY THE RUSSIAN AUTHORITIES

TO CARRY OUT THEIR OPERATIONAL OBJECTIVES.

You know, I...

I, I’ve suddenly realized clearly that I’ll probably not be able to carry on this life.

Really.

I cannot pretend day by day that everything is fine.

I know that one day I, I won't even be told where the grave to lay flowers on is.

Well. Sure, I can say anything – but you’ll do as you want.

You’ll go to this freaking war of yours.

I just want you to know

I’m not the one who talks bullshit about us remaining friends after all this.

The situation in Norvinsk region remains tensed after the evacuation of the civilians.

The marauder gangs took over the sieged territories.

While the Private Military Companies started their operations in the Tarkov area.

There is the western PMC, representing interests of international company TerraGroup

and according to some information, there also is a Russian private military company BEAR.

The presence of the last one in this troubled region is still not confirmed by Russian official authorities.

72 HOURS BEFORE THE LOSS OF RADIO CONTACT WITH SKIF'S RAID GROUP

So comrades operators, we are departing at 23:50.

Pack all-in, full loadout, our little trip might take a while.

Chief, why can't we just clear out this damned Tarkov?

Ok, let me get this straight for the intellectually challenged: Because this local conflict between Kremlin and TerraGroup is not a reason for a full scale army operation on our territory.

AFTER LOSING COMMUNICATION WITH THE SKIF'S GROUP, THE SEARCH TEAM WAS SENT TO TARKOV

TARKOV CITY POLIKHIM PLANT AREA

One down.

No friends?

- Looks clear.

- Control.

- Guys, leave something for Skif, or he'll get angry and lead us on some minefield.

- Let him try, I can get this fucker even with one leg.

- Yeah, but Skif is the only one who knows this area and has a clue where the fuck to search for his missing guys.

- If only he hadn't fucked up the group departure, then we wouldn't have to search for them.

- Anyways, gentlemen, lets pack up and leave, before our fans show up.

- Barmaley, is it all clear on your end? Do you need anything?

- Out of water.

- Demon? (radio)

- I ain't need anything from those crapbags. But if they happen to have some jamon – I might think it over.

Ok, that's it. Lets wrap up! They'll start looking for these suckers soon. It's time to get out of here.

Where is our head watch?

Sokol to Fort. Sokol to Fort! Sokol to Fort! Sokol to Fort! Borz and Athlete are out of reach.

- Go get some loot for yourself..

..Hey Skif. - Yes?

- Where is your kill? Where is that scav you dropped?

Are you fucking deaf or something? Where is the body of that prick?

- Fuck's sake. This fucker must have left with his gun!

- Fuck. Your unconfirmed can be anywhere by now!

Ugh.. Shit.

Contact 1 o'clock!

Empty!

Serb! You good?

- Fuckin' alive..!

- Gunshots from the outside, one-two! Serb – injured!

- Damn it!

- Mouse, on control.

- Clear!

- Serb, where you got it?

- How's Serb? Type of wound? (radio)

- Are you deaf?! How is he?!

- Buckshot. Hip and somewhere under the plate.

- Guys, I see movement in the workshop. Our western partners have arrived. (radio)

- Can you get up?

- Shit. All numb.

- I've got 8 contacts! (radio)

- Skif! Serb’s on you!

- Roger!

- Mouse – take Skiff’s position. Hold the back door to the railroad.

- Fuck. Kinda hard to miss such firefight. (radio)

- So, are we in or do we get the hell outta here? (radio)

- Serb can't move.

Fuck!

- Skif! Get Serb to cover!

- Pulling!

Brothers, we gotta get the fuck out of here!

Fort, Fort! We are pinned down as fuck in here!

Retreat! Retreat! Get to the other side across the railway!

Dumb idea! They are waiting for us there for sure!

- Covering!

Go go go!

- Moving!

Fuck! Im telling you, we are being pushed for a reason, I know those cunts!

Shut the fuck up!

Skif, cover them!

On it!

Barmaley, get your asses here!

I got it, go!

- On my way!

Shit!

The gun got fucked!

- Go for my secondary! Im covering the left!

Empty!

Take secondary to the left!

- On it!

Ready!

Guys, where the hell are you? Fucking move it already!

[heavy gasping]

You ok, brother? Where's the wound? You alright?

- Go fight!

Misfire! Misfire!

Fuck this fucking bitch!

Empty!

- Ready to move!

Go! Go! Go!

«2-9»! «2-9», shit!

Fucking die already!

Take my present!

- Im moving to you, guys!

Friendlies-friendlies-friendlies!

RPG!

Fu-u-uck!

(USEC) This is Alpha 1-4 to team leaders - evac the injured. Regroup and prepare to clear the hangar.

[muffled coughing]

- Stop, stop, fuck, Friendlies! - «2-9», «2-9»! - Friendlies! Cease fire!

- What are you doing, bitch? - «2-9», «2-9»! - Friendlies!

(USEC) Echo 3-2, Echo 3-2! This is Alpha 1-4. Contact suppressed. Enemy putting on smokes.

- Guys, is everyone alive?

- Mouse - I’m fine. - Voron - I’m good..

Holding the gates.

We need to get out of here, before they get the UBGLs!

(USEC) Echo 3-2, Echo 3-2! This is Alpha 1-4! Can't hear you! Can't hear you!

Enemy is preparing to fall back. I repeat, the enemy is trying to fall back. Take them in! I repeat, take them in!

Guys, get ready to fall back!

Then we'd better go through the railway.

Anyone got caught by the RPG?

Where is Demon?

- Demon’s here. - Athlete… you sure they aren't waiting for us there? - Not anymore.

Fuck, guys.. Demon is finished.

- Borz and I are keeping the far corner covered. Clear so far. (radio)

- Keep the speed down - the area is too exposed. (radio)

There is one. On the other side of the railroad we got another MG nest.

Both were waiting for you.

- Sons of bitches. Smart-asses.

- It seems like Skif was right.

And if there had been no lucky strike, these two nests would've fucked us up.

- We had this lucky strike thanks to Borz and Athlete.

- Cut this shit out with Skif!

- So you think it’s a fucking valor to get late for the INFIL, yeah?

- I wasn’t there. But I was there at the hangar as they shot us with the fucking RPG.

And if Skif hadn’t been there, I’d be carrying your АК-104 right now.

- Go.

- Athlete, you got anything on Skif's group?

- Nothing at all, no traces,

we’ve searched through everywhere. Fucking nothing.

- Well, shit.

- We need to check out another couple of backup spots.

My guys couldn’t have vanished into thin air.

- Of course, man. We’ll find them. Let’s move out.

SKIF'S RAID GROUP 4 HOURS BEFORE TARKOV INFIL

- 23:50 sharp the chopper takes off to Tarkov.

I remind you: no civilians at the sealed-off territories.

Only scavengers and touring PMCs.

- Comrade Commander, when is this bullshit in Tarkov gonna end?

Everyone is pretty aware of who is responsible for this mess.

- For today, everyone believes that TerraGroup is a bunch of harmless creatures.

They’re combating hunger in Kenya and creating cutting-edge technologies.

- So why don’t we show the investigation results?

I mean, about what these creeps actually do.

- Because the world needs to get hard evidence.

- And our guys don’t have them hard enough?

Fucking politics.

Problems at home have to stay at home.

Yes, I know.

But you also said that one would come back if they had a place to come back to.

You have some time before departure, but you have to decide right now: who will you stay with?

What's there to decide?

Marquis, Marquis, this is Vydra, come in.

Marquis, Marquis, this is Vydra, come in.

- Nothing so far? - Silence.

It’s the only spot on the route where my guys could have held up.

It will take a while to check, and we've got USECs on our tail.

The place is complex.

If we clear the area with haste, we’ll lose people again.

So what, we’ll just pass by it?

But what if I’m right? What if my guys are there? What if they're wounded?

You were talking the same shit when you got us to that damn hangar.

And I had known Demon since our army service.

Stand down, Voron.

Skif is right: we have a mission, and we have to finish it.

Get ready.

TARKOV CITY, POLIKHIM FACILITY ADMINISTRATIVE AND RESIDENTIAL COMPLEX

- Voron, what’s going on over there? (radio)

- Nothing for now. No traces of Skif’s squad.

We’re about to check the second building.

We have contact. Scav patrol is down.

Control.

Control.

Fuck, this shit is everywhere again.

Contact!

- Throw a frag!

- These bitches are here! (Scav) - Fire in the hole!

- Grenade! (Scav)

- Go, go, go! - Mouse, I’m coming out!

Holding!

- I’m empty, moving back!

- Mouse, get the fuck out! - I’m covering!

Get the fuck out of here!

- I’m coming!

Barmaley, Barmaley! We’ve got heavy contact here! The far hallway is inaccessible! Moving back!

- USECs!

Fuck! There's a sniper there!

- Who the fuck is shooting at us?! (radio) - No idea.

Your windows are on the other side.

- Shit, just fucking fall back! - Covering the entrance!

- USECs cut us off! (radio)

We’re stuck at the start of the hallway! (radio)

Watch out, guys, about 10 USECs from are closing in from 4-1.

- Damn bastards.

- Oh fuck. The Scavs are also in for the party.

- Now our guys are definitely fucked. Let’s move out.

- Fort, Fort, on the way to you, moving to you. (radio)

- They got cornered from the other end! They are fucked up for sure! (Scav)

- Voron, it's clusterfuck over here.

Tourists are keeping the pressure hard! Are you on the far end? (radio)

- Sniper is controlling the passage!

- Grenade! - Grenade!

- Fuck! Alive?

- Borz, working behind you on the right!

Borz!

Borz!

- Go, go, go! - Moving back!

- Back out! - Empty!

- Let’s force through Scavs!

Through the far hallway!

- Covering, go! - Skif, get the fuck out!

- Fuuuck!

- Faster, I'm holding the hallway! Pull him back, pull him back!

- Damn it, Mouse! - Fuuuuuck! Ааааааh!

Empty!

Reloading!

Athlete, GL!

- Green, green, holding the hallway!

- GL on the go!

- Get the hell out of here! - Mouse - injured!

- Type of injury?!

Type of injury?! - Lots of fucking blood, looks like an artery!

- Bail out, fellas!

Get the fuck out!

- Keep the passage covered! Be ready to force through the hallway!

Skif, how's Mouse?

How's Mouse?

- Mouse - dead!

- Athlete! - Mouse is dead!

Mouse is dead! Get your ass out of there!

- Skif, fall back, fall back! - I’m going, fuuuck!

Athlete is empty!

(Scavs) - Call the other guys here! - Get the grenades ready!

- They are moving here in the front! (Scav)

Give them the warm welcome! (Scav)

- Fuck them up! (Scav)

- So, where are the grenades, hello?! (Scav)

«2-9»! «2-9», fuck!

Stop shooting! Friendly! «2-9»!

- Fort! Fort! You’re fucking shooting friendlies!

You’re fucking shooting friendlies! (radio) - Fuck, it’s our guys. Voron, fuck!

- «2-9»! «2-9»!

- Last mag, guys!

Move out!

- Skif, get back! Get back!

- Athlete, I’m covering. Go, go!

- Athlete, hurry up!

Barmaley, get your ass out of here!

- Back, back! - I’m coming.

- Everyone go down!

- Holding stairs!

- Barmaley, get to the stairs! To the stairs, Barmaley! Skif, fucking go!

- We’re taking off at 23:50.

Those who show up late will run after on foot.

I’ll be there on time, I swear.

Just gotta ask mom for permission.

- Everyone knows the rules: no mobile phones at the base.

[mobile phone sounds]

Commander, so yours is the Special Comms?

You have 4 hours before boarding. Spend this time good!

Guys, where is the BEAR group? We’re about to board now.

- You talking about PMCs?

There they are!

But we were planning to lift off in an hour..

- They say that your commander had switched up everything to leave earlier.

IN THREE DAYS THE RAID GROUP WILL CEASE COMMUNICATION...

TARKOV CITY. POLIKHIM PLANT AREA CONTROL POINT «LIBRARY»

[Indistinctly] Fuck's sake... Zero visibility, can’t hear shit. (radio)

- Sokol to Fort. Poor comms signal, repeat, come in. - Woah… - Over.

- Fort to Sokol. The weather is shit outside. Change me. Do you copy? Over. (radio)

- Borz! - Yeah.

Change Athlete on point.

- Guys, look what I found in the Scav’s backpack… some USEC’s helmetcam.

Judging by the files, he's been taken out recently.

- The fuck are you watching there?

- Check if there are any files from Monday.

- Let's see..

"- Report your position, over." (USEC from the phone) - Uh-huh..

"- 3-1-Bravo, this is Joker-3-2! Moving past the mined server room in direction of B-21." (USEC from the phone)

"- Hang on! What the fuck? Come here! Get your ass over here! Mike!" (USEC from the phone) - Look.

"- Mike, I'll change you!" (USEC from the phone)

"- I'm covering my sector!" (USEC from the phone)

"- Michael! Are you deaf or what? We need you here!" (USEC from the phone)

"Yeah, I've got another job to do!" (USEC from the phone)

"- No, you fuck.." (USEC from the phone)

"- Freeze, freeze! [gunshots]" (USEC from the phone)

- Fuck me… "- Clear!" (USEC from the phone)

They fucking killed Terra labs workers...

- A fucking awesome job they have. "- Evacuation of personnel is our top priority. Keep quiet,.." (USEC from the phone)

".. and do what you're told. We're here to get you out of here..." (USEC from the phone) - Well, well!

And here's our first group's target.

The case…

- By the way, what’s in that case?

- Fuck knows. But the company is dreaming of getting it back.

Skif’s group had to.. stop them.

"- Joker-3-2, 3-1-Bravo! Our team's got activity in the south corridor." (USEC from the phone)

"- Contact, contact, retreat!" (USEC from the phone) - Wow, some action.

"- CQB contact, requesting support! 9-1 is down, over! Breach the server rooms!" (USEC from the phone) - Still watching civs getting shot, huh?

"- Fire in the hole!" (USEC from the phone)

- Now that's a big-ass explosion... "- The case is chained to his arm!" (USEC from the phone)

- What was that about "chained"?

- Seems like everyone's fucked in that corridor. "- Proceed carefully, they might have grenades." (USEC from the phone)

"- I see a wounded BEAR." (USEC from the phone)

- Hold on…

"- Finish him." (USEC from the phone)

Those are BEARs. Those are my guys…

- Fuck…

- Is that Moryak? My chief…

"- Hey! What the hell do you want with his watch? They're worthless." (USEC from the phone)

"- I'll take it as a keepsake of Tarkov!" (USEC from the phone)

We may have just found Skif’s group...

- So, now we're the ones working on that case?

- I’m sure the USECs have already extracted the case out of Tarkov.

So looks like it's time for us to head home.

What about the boys that died?

I’m not risking my people to get that off your conscience.

What about Demon? Mouse?

Okay. I’m with you till we get to EXFIL. After that I’ll return and avenge them myself...

- Go ahead then, it’s your call.

- Skif is right.

They’ve got to pay.

- Agreed. We can’t leave it like that...

TARKOV CITY, POLIKHIM FACILITY - That’s the sketchiest place in Tarkov.

Nobody even tries to go there anymore, Because USECs have made themselves at home there.

Last time even our Team went around this area.

- Then this is what we need.

- I stay on the point. You work from two sides.

Athlete and Skif start from the south. Voron and the others go through the trees.

- Athlete and Skif are at the place. (radio)

- Guys, the windows are clear. Watch out down there…

- Athlete to Voron, we’re at the point. Waiting for visual contact with you. (radio)

God damn this thing…

Guys, I can’t see you anymore. You’re on your own now. Your target is the building with the changing rooms. (radio)

Move your asses.

- Voron, we’re at the crossroads outside the main building… (radio)

- Athlete, Athlete… Watching You. (radio)

- This is Athlete. We're still clear. (radio)

Everything is going too smooth for such a sketchy place…

Oh, hey there…

[silenced gunshot]

- Where’s the fire coming from? (radio)

- Athlete, somewhere above you… (radio)

- Serb to forward team! Was that you shooting? Serb! Do you copy? Serb to the forward team! (radio)

- Serb to Voron! Serb to Voron! Do you copy? Serb, we can’t hear you! Serb, we can’t hear you! Serb to Voron! (radio)

- God damn it.. Fuck. (radio)

- Athlete, coming to you! (radio)

[silenced gunshots]

- We're under fire from 3 o'clock… Skif, I can’t see the shooter! The sector’s blocked! (radio)

- Shooter at 3 o'clock is down. All clear! (radio)

- I got it!

- Voron! I’m holding this area! (radio)

- Holding the corner of the building. (radio)

- Moving over there!

- Going under the windows. (radio) - Get your asses out here faster! (radio)

- Attention! Second floor. Our windows are there. (radio)

[Loud music inside the building] - Looks like it's someone's birthday. - Everyone ready?

[Loud music] (USECs) - Whose gun is that?

- Captain Price's. - Who's Price? - Price is dead, baby!

- [chuckles] What's wrong with him? The toilet's that way!

- Eagle-2-1, Joker-3-2! Eagle-2-1! Message not received, repeat your status!

- Frag out!..

- Grenade! Grenade! (USEC)

- Grenade! - Grenade! - Fucking shit! (USECs)

- Matt's down! (USEC)

- One’s headed up! - Shit! (USEC)

- Holding the stairs!

- Get him off me! - I’m empty!

- Holding! - Die already, you bitch!

- Sarge, sarge.. (USEC) - I'm here, blya!

- Skif, you good? - Fuck, yeah, I'm fine…

- Guys, I'm holding the fucking changing room! Storm the third floor!

- Borz! Let’s take the third floor! - Get the fuck out of the way!

- Shooter above!

- Athlete, I'm coming to you!

- Holding the far locker! - Holding downstairs!

- Borz! Get the grenades! - Ready to throw!

- Frag out—argh..! Grenade is out!

- Borz's hurt!

- Skif, change Borz! Fucking change Borz!

- Voron! I'm gonna get fucking crushed here! Voron, you fuck!

- Covering!

- Fuck!

- Borz, type of injury! (radio) - I'm fine, I can keep going!

- Moving up! Skif! Up! Up! I'm empty! Empty!

- Grenade! Grenade!

- Grenade! Borz! A grenade's under you!

- Oh, fuck me!..

- Everyone okay? - Skif, I'm empty! Push the fucker!

- The shooter went off to the right!

- Everyone okay? Voron? Can anyone see Voron?

- Gonna run out of ammo! Empty! - Throw a frag there! - Ready?

- Ready! - Frag out!

- Athlete! One more mag and I'm out!

- Voron! Voron! Almost out of ammo! We need to get out or take the changing room! Voron! Voron! Voron! Voron! Fuck, come in!

- Skif, move!

- Holding! - What? What's with the fucking third floor?..

- Skif, Barmaley, holding the third floor corridor!

- How many nades left? - I'm fucking empty!

- Skif, Barmaley – none left!

- One left! The F1!

- Voron! Where's it coming from? Where's it coming from? Where's it coming from?!

- They're firing from the outside! From the outside! - Fuck! I'm coming!

- Borz is killed, I think!

- One shooter outside! Fall back through the first floor!

- We can't back off! We gotta push into the changing room!

- Hurry up then! We’re low on ammo!

- We have to fuck it up anyway! (radio)

- You're fucking insane!..

- Athlete, we’re coming towards you.

- Go-go-go!

- Skif! Take the F1 from Borz!

- The lower stairs are on me!

- Barmaley, get ready! - Damn, Voron! Where the fuck are you? (radio)

- I’m coming!

- I’m waiting for a go! - Go in with the nade!

- Grenade out!

- Grenade! Grenade! (USEC)

- Go-go-go!

- Alex, stop! Alex! (USEC)

- Pushing twelve!

- Pushing left!

- Oh fuck! - Enemy inside! (USEC)

- Fuck off! Die, die!

- Pushing right!

(USECs) - Covering right! - Fucking BEARs!

- One's on me at the windows!

- I'm on the left! (USEC)

- Where’s Barmaley? - Empty! - Barmaley!

- Who’s fucking shooting us in the ass? (radio) - Covering back from the left! Work, Athlete!

- Working!

- One down! (USEC) - Fucking take this!

- Barmaley! Barmaley! - Guys, what's your status? Guys, what's your status?! (USEC)

- Voron, come here! I got one! - Skif! Coming towards you! - The second one ran back!

- Guys, what's your status?! (USEC)

- Fuck!

- Status Red! Spike is inside! One BEAR here! One BEAR here! (USEC)

- How's Barmaley? How's Barmaley?

- Where’s the wound? - I don’t fucking know…

- Give it to me. - What the fuck are you doing?! They'll kill us!

- This is from Serb.

- Is it his?

- Grenade! (USEC)

- Clear! (USEC)

- Clear! (USEC)

- Trombley, Trombley... Heeks! Trombley is— (USEC)

- Won’t you look at that! (Scav)

It’s a BEAR! (Scav)

- He’s getting away! (Scav)

- Fucking tired of you!..

- Fucking shoot him! (Scav)

- Hey, front!

- I'll take over from you in two hours. [english]

"- What's the weather like? - It’s is nice, sometimes a bit cold."

"- Stay safe. - We’re doing our best, thanks. How are you?"

"- We're fine. Everything's quiet. - You're luckier than we are."

"- Your group was assigned as our reserve. - We know."

"- Our fighter can be sent to you. He's got a message from the family. Show him."

I think I made a big mistake last time…

And I want you to know that I will wait for you as long as it takes.

We... will wait for you..

- God damn it… - Because very soon we will become…

A real family.

"Good afternoon! I can't send messages to captain Burov's phone.

Please, show him this video. It is very, very important!"

Oh look... It was you we were looking for…

TARKOV CITY. SEAPORT PMC EXFIL 3 HOURS LATER.

Well...

What do I press here? Hello?

Water is wet. Water is wet.

- Get fucking lost if you want to live! (intercom)

-The fucking password. “Water is wet”.

- Do you not understand Russian?! (intercom)

- I'm Russian, damn it! Check the password.

- Your password is rotten. If you don't have a special pass, go fuck yourself. (intercom)

- Bitch, what pass? Get the duty officer here, fuck's sake!

- One moment. Don't hang up!.. (intercom) - That's better.

What the fuck are you doing, assholes?!

What a great fucking talk... Where am I gonna get this pass?

Fuck you then! I guess I need to visit Ogryzok.

SEAPORT AREA OGRYZOK'S TRADING POST

- What do you need, bro?

Put your hands up, higher.

- Some dude's here to see you.

- I'll strip his gun for now. It's safer that way.

I heard you run all the retail here…

I want to buy a ticket from Tarkov.

Or what is it? A card? A QR code?

I think that will be enough.

I don’t need it.

The who might be interested in it?

That thing belongs to corp… No one will want it.

I thought you're a serious merchant…

- Seems like your gun is sick.

- Well, at least it is not dead. - You think you’re funny?

- And why is the spring oiled so badly? - Be grateful we didn’t bend it. Next time, it will be in fucking pieces.

Hey you, serious face. Bring your stuff. At the radars in two hours.

- Well... See you, guys. - Go on, and don't be late.

- It's definitely not yours! Show me your hands! Show me your fucking hands! [english]

Look,

you won’t get out of here alone either way.

So you either fucking shoot, or go scare those trees.

You're a shitty opponent. [english]

At least I don't kill civilians.

And that's why i'm done! Don't you know that TerraGroup is planning to launch a controlled chaos?

And Tarkov is just the beginning. [english]

This case contains classified documents about all the bio experiments. [english]

That’s why I need to get this evidence to my command.

Do you believe them? [english]

We were supposed to give the case back to TerraGroup, But I have a better plan.. [english]

We can shoot each other right here right now and be done with it, or..

We can try to get away from Tarkov and hand off this shit about TerraGroup to independent media.

You decide. [english]

Alright, I’m still looking at three players under the tower. Three players under the tower.

Hey, Mike, are you there yet?

[two radio clicks]

Sniper’s position’s still there, by the body of the truck.

[three radio clicks]

Fuck, what do you mean you don’t understand?

[speaking english] Under truck. Under truck, Mike!

The trailer is to your right. To your right!

Ten meters to your right.

[three radio clicks]

Fuck, I don't fucking know how many feet is that! Go right, just go right!

[speaking english] Go right, Mike. Go right, go right!

You’ll figure it out there.

Kill confirmed. That’s it, Mike! Get out of there.

- Gorka, Gorka, do you copy? Gorka, do you copy?

Gorka, do you copy?

- That Chris Kyle of ours won’t come in.. - I don’t think the radio’s the problem.

- Boris. (radio)

Boris!.. (radio)

- Boris to the House!.. (radio) - What if the sonofabitch figured us out and the trick didn’t work?

- Boris, you fuck! Do you copy? (radio)

Boris to the House! Are you deaf? (radio)

Boris to the House!

Boris! Where the hell are you?! Boris, come the fuck on! Do you copy?

You wouldn’t know where the hell your boss is, would you?

Here is your stuff. Where’s my loot?

Are you fucking deaf? Where the fuck is my thing?

Hey you, Northman, should I just throw you out to the cultists?

What'cha think, are you worth at least some shitty TOZ?

Huh?

- They’ve decided to screw that asshole over.

Who knows, maybe something went wrong.

It’s 23-09. A man came to me. Wanted to buy the Ticket… from Tarkov to the main land.

In exchange for your lost luggage…

- By the way, long before your guys decided to fuck Tarkov up, our Defense Ministry had already blocked the region and didn’t tell anyone.

Just imagine, the seaport was turned into a fortress in just twenty-four hours.

[chuckles] - I see there were a lot of people who wanted to test it. [english]

- Well, after the civilians were evacuated, local scum decided to bail out too.

- Hope we didn't get fucked with the pass outta here... [english]

Tower 4-9. Tower 4-9. Get ready to shoot on sight. (radio)

Tower 4-9. Support the sniper fire! Do you copy? Over! (radio)

- Look, Russian.. No matter what happens next, I want you to savour the moment..

The last time we were together. When we kicked the nazis' ass... [english]

Your pass has not been identified. Please try again. (intercom)

Again? Ok, let’s do it again!

Work, dammit! Come on!

Motherfucker, come on! Come on, you stupid piece of shit!

Fuck.. Great...

That’s it, now we’re really fucked...

- Hey pal... look. [english]

- Your pass has been identified. (intercom) - It’s working… it’s working! - Leave your weapons behind, and proceed to gate 11 for inspection. (intercom)

Tower 4-9, stand down! Do you copy? Over. (radio)

Roger that. (on the radio)

Follow me!

- Reminds me of a firing squad.. [english]

- You’ll jinx it. Better shut up.

Post 10 to the guide, we’re escorting two people, come meet us. Do you copy?

- Passengers are getting on the ship behind that gate.

- Seems too easy. [english]

- I can't believe we'll be home soon...

[bullet impacts]

- Central! It’s tower 4-9. Our machine gunner is injured! Suppressing sniper fire! Do you copy? (radio)

- Central! It’s tower 4-8. We’re being targeted from the north! We’re suppressing them! (radio)

- The fuck’s going on there?

- Well, looks like some snipers are suppressing your towers.

- Central! It’s 4-9, we’re under heavy sniper fire. Can’t return fire. Do you copy? (radio)

- 4-9, 4-9, specify the direction of the fire. (radio)

- Central! It’s 4-8, our light’s out! (radio)

- It’s 4-9, same shit, they took our fucking light out! (radio)

- Woah, where did the Scavs mortars?

- Scavs ain’t got no mortars.

- Incoming! Incoming! Get the fuck out of here!

- Take cover, faster! - Fuck!

- Central! Fuck! They’re firing on us with 120mm! Do you copy? (radio) - Take cover!

[alarm siren] - Attention. Attention! Combat alarm! Garrison, to arms! (radio)

- Personnel take cover, get ready to return fire. I repeat,

combat alarm! Stay on alert! Garrison, to arms! Personnel take cover, get ready to return fire! (radio)

- Central! This is post 11. We're taking blind suppressive return fire,

We're being targeted, we need to fall back! (radio)

- Open the gate! Let us fall back!

- Central! It’s Ten! Central, come in! (radio) - Let’s go!

I see two unidentified targets inside the perimeter! (radio)

- Hold right there, bitch! - Fucking not again!

- I see two unidentified targets inside the perimeter. How copy? - Hold right there, you piece of shit!

- Are they shooting at us?! [english]

- God damn it! - Nevermind, I got it! [english]

- We've been hit by a mortar! Two dead! Fuck! (radio)

- Fall back, fall back! Behind the gate! Everyone get behind the gate!

- It’s post 11, fall back behind the gate! It’s post 11, fall back behind the gate! Do you copy? (radio)

- If you didn't catch that, that.. was a really big machine gun. [english]

- Fuck, we've definitely got to break through that gate. - Are you nuts?! [english]

- Let's go back to fucking Tarkov– [english] - Those fucking 120-mm!

- Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! Fire in the hole! (english radio)

- Hurry up, hurry up! Move into positions! - I’m under mortar fire. Do you copy? (radio)

- C-4?! [english]

- Then that's absolutely fucked, man..

- Fuck! They fucking exploded our wall! (radio)

- What? Speak clearly, for fuck’s sake! (radio) - They’re forcing through!

- Somebody's for sure helping those Scavs!

- Are you fucking blind? They destroyed our fucking wall! (radio)

- Where the fuck is everyone? Don’t let them spread inside! - I’ve got my PK cycling bad already!

- Go-go-go! (english radio)

- Central, Central! We need support, we need su– - I’m almost out of ammo! (radio)

- Fuck me! Who the fuck are those?

- The enemy is actively advancing towards the loading zone! (radio)

- Looks like we’re gonna have to talk to our machine gunner… - Shitty idea! [english]

- Friendlies! Friendlies, don't shoot!

Fuck! I’m fucking sick of him!

- It's heavy machineguns! They destroy helicopters! I'm outta here! [english]

- Yeah-yeah, sure. Go on, good luck to you! - Shit! [english]

- What happened? You're back so soon!

- Hey man. Let's at least wait for them to reload, huh? I really wanna live! [english]

- Let's go! Get the fuck out!

We’re friendly!

What, is it over?

Wait, he's fucking empty!

We’re friendly! Water’s wet! Friendlies!

- We’re friendly, we’re friendly! - Cease fire! Don't shoot! [english]

Water’s wet, don’t shoot!

Water’s wet! Don’t shoot!!

Hey..

I remember the last time we worked together...

This is Blackfox. Jackpot. [english]

Who the fuck even are you?

Just a few hours ago, the UN Security Council convened an emergency meeting over another escalation in the Norvinsk region.

Shots and explosions of artillery mines have been heard in the area of the local seaport over the past 24 hours.

This is the first time heavy weaponry has been used within the blockade.

UN Security Council has expressed serious concern over this matter.

But Russian authorities have once again assured the international community that the situation is under their full control.

However, the command of the UN peacekeeping forces present in the region is skeptical about such assurances from the Kremlin.

BATTLESTATE PRESENTS

ALL EVENTS AND LOCATIONS ARE FICTIONAL. ANY COINCIDENCES ARE PURELY ACCIDENTAL.

IN 2015, TERRAGROUP INTERNATIONAL CORPORATION DEPLOYED ITS PRODUCTION

FACILITIES IN THE NEW FREE ECONOMIC ZONE IN THE NORVINSK REGION.

WHEN TERRAGROUP LABORATORIES IN TARKOV WERE INSPECTED, REPRESENTATIVES

OF THE AUTHORITIES WERE FORCIBLY CONFRONTED BY THE PRIVATE MILITARY COMPANY "USEC".

THE ARMED CONFLICT IN THE NORVINSK REGION BECAME PROTRACTED. THE TERRITORIES

WERE BLOCKADED BY THE RUSSIAN ARMY AND THE POPULATION EVACUATED.

UN PEACEKEEPING FORCES HALTED THE ACTIVE PHASE OF THE CONFLICT.

HOWEVER, PRIVATE MILITARY COMPANIES CONTINUED THEIR LOCAL WAR ON TERRITORIES

CONTROLLED BY LOCAL GANGS.

A PRIVATE MILITARY COMPANY, "BEAR", WAS ESTABLISHED BY THE RUSSIAN AUTHORITIES

TO CARRY OUT THEIR OPERATIONAL OBJECTIVES.

You know, I...

I, I’ve suddenly realized clearly that I’ll probably not be able to carry on this life.

Really.

I cannot pretend day by day that everything is fine.

I know that one day I, I won't even be told where the grave to lay flowers on is.

Well. Sure, I can say anything – but you’ll do as you want.

You’ll go to this freaking war of yours.

I just want you to know

I’m not the one who talks bullshit about us remaining friends after all this.

The situation in Norvinsk region remains tensed after the evacuation of the civilians.

The marauder gangs took over the sieged territories.

While the Private Military Companies started their operations in the Tarkov area.

There is the western PMC, representing interests of international company TerraGroup

and according to some information, there also is a Russian private military company BEAR.

The presence of the last one in this troubled region is still not confirmed by Russian official authorities.

72 HOURS BEFORE THE LOSS OF RADIO CONTACT WITH SKIF'S RAID GROUP

So comrades operators, we are departing at 23:50.

Pack all-in, full loadout, our little trip might take a while.

Chief, why can't we just clear out this damned Tarkov?

Ok, let me get this straight for the intellectually challenged: Because this local conflict between Kremlin and TerraGroup is not a reason for a full scale army operation on our territory.

AFTER LOSING COMMUNICATION WITH THE SKIF'S GROUP, THE SEARCH TEAM WAS SENT TO TARKOV

TARKOV CITY POLIKHIM PLANT AREA

One down.

No friends?

- Looks clear.

- Control.

- Guys, leave something for Skif, or he'll get angry and lead us on some minefield.

- Let him try, I can get this fucker even with one leg.

- Yeah, but Skif is the only one who knows this area and has a clue where the fuck to search for his missing guys.

- If only he hadn't fucked up the group departure, then we wouldn't have to search for them.

- Anyways, gentlemen, lets pack up and leave, before our fans show up.

- Barmaley, is it all clear on your end? Do you need anything?

- Out of water.

- Demon? (radio)

- I ain't need anything from those crapbags. But if they happen to have some jamon – I might think it over.

Ok, that's it. Lets wrap up! They'll start looking for these suckers soon. It's time to get out of here.

Where is our head watch?

Sokol to Fort. Sokol to Fort! Sokol to Fort! Sokol to Fort! Borz and Athlete are out of reach.

- Go get some loot for yourself..

..Hey Skif. - Yes?

- Where is your kill? Where is that scav you dropped?

Are you fucking deaf or something? Where is the body of that prick?

- Fuck's sake. This fucker must have left with his gun!

- Fuck. Your unconfirmed can be anywhere by now!

Ugh.. Shit.

Contact 1 o'clock!

Empty!

Serb! You good?

- Fuckin' alive..!

- Gunshots from the outside, one-two! Serb – injured!

- Damn it!

- Mouse, on control.

- Clear!

- Serb, where you got it?

- How's Serb? Type of wound? (radio)

- Are you deaf?! How is he?!

- Buckshot. Hip and somewhere under the plate.

- Guys, I see movement in the workshop. Our western partners have arrived. (radio)

- Can you get up?

- Shit. All numb.

- I've got 8 contacts! (radio)

- Skif! Serb’s on you!

- Roger!

- Mouse – take Skiff’s position. Hold the back door to the railroad.

- Fuck. Kinda hard to miss such firefight. (radio)

- So, are we in or do we get the hell outta here? (radio)

- Serb can't move.

Fuck!

- Skif! Get Serb to cover!

- Pulling!

Brothers, we gotta get the fuck out of here!

Fort, Fort! We are pinned down as fuck in here!

Retreat! Retreat! Get to the other side across the railway!

Dumb idea! They are waiting for us there for sure!

- Covering!

Go go go!

- Moving!

Fuck! Im telling you, we are being pushed for a reason, I know those cunts!

Shut the fuck up!

Skif, cover them!

On it!

Barmaley, get your asses here!

I got it, go!

- On my way!

Shit!

The gun got fucked!

- Go for my secondary! Im covering the left!

Empty!

Take secondary to the left!

- On it!

Ready!

Guys, where the hell are you? Fucking move it already!

[heavy gasping]

You ok, brother? Where's the wound? You alright?

- Go fight!

Misfire! Misfire!

Fuck this fucking bitch!

Empty!

- Ready to move!

Go! Go! Go!

«2-9»! «2-9», shit!

Fucking die already!

Take my present!

- Im moving to you, guys!

Friendlies-friendlies-friendlies!

RPG!

Fu-u-uck!

(USEC) This is Alpha 1-4 to team leaders - evac the injured. Regroup and prepare to clear the hangar.

[muffled coughing]

- Stop, stop, fuck, Friendlies! - «2-9», «2-9»! - Friendlies! Cease fire!

- What are you doing, bitch? - «2-9», «2-9»! - Friendlies!

(USEC) Echo 3-2, Echo 3-2! This is Alpha 1-4. Contact suppressed. Enemy putting on smokes.

- Guys, is everyone alive?

- Mouse - I’m fine. - Voron - I’m good..

Holding the gates.

We need to get out of here, before they get the UBGLs!

(USEC) Echo 3-2, Echo 3-2! This is Alpha 1-4! Can't hear you! Can't hear you!

Enemy is preparing to fall back. I repeat, the enemy is trying to fall back. Take them in! I repeat, take them in!

Guys, get ready to fall back!

Then we'd better go through the railway.

Anyone got caught by the RPG?

Where is Demon?

- Demon’s here. - Athlete… you sure they aren't waiting for us there? - Not anymore.

Fuck, guys.. Demon is finished.

- Borz and I are keeping the far corner covered. Clear so far. (radio)

- Keep the speed down - the area is too exposed. (radio)

There is one. On the other side of the railroad we got another MG nest.

Both were waiting for you.

- Sons of bitches. Smart-asses.

- It seems like Skif was right.

And if there had been no lucky strike, these two nests would've fucked us up.

- We had this lucky strike thanks to Borz and Athlete.

- Cut this shit out with Skif!

- So you think it’s a fucking valor to get late for the INFIL, yeah?

- I wasn’t there. But I was there at the hangar as they shot us with the fucking RPG.

And if Skif hadn’t been there, I’d be carrying your АК-104 right now.

- Go.

- Athlete, you got anything on Skif's group?

- Nothing at all, no traces,

we’ve searched through everywhere. Fucking nothing.

- Well, shit.

- We need to check out another couple of backup spots.

My guys couldn’t have vanished into thin air.

- Of course, man. We’ll find them. Let’s move out.

SKIF'S RAID GROUP 4 HOURS BEFORE TARKOV INFIL

- 23:50 sharp the chopper takes off to Tarkov.

I remind you: no civilians at the sealed-off territories.

Only scavengers and touring PMCs.

- Comrade Commander, when is this bullshit in Tarkov gonna end?

Everyone is pretty aware of who is responsible for this mess.

- For today, everyone believes that TerraGroup is a bunch of harmless creatures.

They’re combating hunger in Kenya and creating cutting-edge technologies.

- So why don’t we show the investigation results?

I mean, about what these creeps actually do.

- Because the world needs to get hard evidence.

- And our guys don’t have them hard enough?

Fucking politics.

Problems at home have to stay at home.

Yes, I know.

But you also said that one would come back if they had a place to come back to.

You have some time before departure, but you have to decide right now: who will you stay with?

What's there to decide?

Marquis, Marquis, this is Vydra, come in.

Marquis, Marquis, this is Vydra, come in.

- Nothing so far? - Silence.

It’s the only spot on the route where my guys could have held up.

It will take a while to check, and we've got USECs on our tail.

The place is complex.

If we clear the area with haste, we’ll lose people again.

So what, we’ll just pass by it?

But what if I’m right? What if my guys are there? What if they're wounded?

You were talking the same shit when you got us to that damn hangar.

And I had known Demon since our army service.

Stand down, Voron.

Skif is right: we have a mission, and we have to finish it.

Get ready.

TARKOV CITY, POLIKHIM FACILITY ADMINISTRATIVE AND RESIDENTIAL COMPLEX

- Voron, what’s going on over there? (radio)

- Nothing for now. No traces of Skif’s squad.

We’re about to check the second building.

We have contact. Scav patrol is down.

Control.

Control.

Fuck, this shit is everywhere again.

Contact!

- Throw a frag!

- These bitches are here! (Scav) - Fire in the hole!

- Grenade! (Scav)

- Go, go, go! - Mouse, I’m coming out!

Holding!

- I’m empty, moving back!

- Mouse, get the fuck out! - I’m covering!

Get the fuck out of here!

- I’m coming!

Barmaley, Barmaley! We’ve got heavy contact here! The far hallway is inaccessible! Moving back!

- USECs!

Fuck! There's a sniper there!

- Who the fuck is shooting at us?! (radio) - No idea.

Your windows are on the other side.

- Shit, just fucking fall back! - Covering the entrance!

- USECs cut us off! (radio)

We’re stuck at the start of the hallway! (radio)

Watch out, guys, about 10 USECs from are closing in from 4-1.

- Damn bastards.

- Oh fuck. The Scavs are also in for the party.

- Now our guys are definitely fucked. Let’s move out.

- Fort, Fort, on the way to you, moving to you. (radio)

- They got cornered from the other end! They are fucked up for sure! (Scav)

- Voron, it's clusterfuck over here.

Tourists are keeping the pressure hard! Are you on the far end? (radio)

- Sniper is controlling the passage!

- Grenade! - Grenade!

- Fuck! Alive?

- Borz, working behind you on the right!

Borz!

Borz!

- Go, go, go! - Moving back!

- Back out! - Empty!

- Let’s force through Scavs!

Through the far hallway!

- Covering, go! - Skif, get the fuck out!

- Fuuuck!

- Faster, I'm holding the hallway! Pull him back, pull him back!

- Damn it, Mouse! - Fuuuuuck! Ааааааh!

Empty!

Reloading!

Athlete, GL!

- Green, green, holding the hallway!

- GL on the go!

- Get the hell out of here! - Mouse - injured!

- Type of injury?!

Type of injury?! - Lots of fucking blood, looks like an artery!

- Bail out, fellas!

Get the fuck out!

- Keep the passage covered! Be ready to force through the hallway!

Skif, how's Mouse?

How's Mouse?

- Mouse - dead!

- Athlete! - Mouse is dead!

Mouse is dead! Get your ass out of there!

- Skif, fall back, fall back! - I’m going, fuuuck!

Athlete is empty!

(Scavs) - Call the other guys here! - Get the grenades ready!

- They are moving here in the front! (Scav)

Give them the warm welcome! (Scav)

- Fuck them up! (Scav)

- So, where are the grenades, hello?! (Scav)

«2-9»! «2-9», fuck!

Stop shooting! Friendly! «2-9»!

- Fort! Fort! You’re fucking shooting friendlies!

You’re fucking shooting friendlies! (radio) - Fuck, it’s our guys. Voron, fuck!

- «2-9»! «2-9»!

- Last mag, guys!

Move out!

- Skif, get back! Get back!

- Athlete, I’m covering. Go, go!

- Athlete, hurry up!

Barmaley, get your ass out of here!

- Back, back! - I’m coming.

- Everyone go down!

- Holding stairs!

- Barmaley, get to the stairs! To the stairs, Barmaley! Skif, fucking go!

- We’re taking off at 23:50.

Those who show up late will run after on foot.

I’ll be there on time, I swear.

Just gotta ask mom for permission.

- Everyone knows the rules: no mobile phones at the base.

[mobile phone sounds]

Commander, so yours is the Special Comms?

You have 4 hours before boarding. Spend this time good!

Guys, where is the BEAR group? We’re about to board now.

- You talking about PMCs?

There they are!

But we were planning to lift off in an hour..

- They say that your commander had switched up everything to leave earlier.

IN THREE DAYS THE RAID GROUP WILL CEASE COMMUNICATION...

TARKOV CITY. POLIKHIM PLANT AREA CONTROL POINT «LIBRARY»

[Indistinctly] Fuck's sake... Zero visibility, can’t hear shit. (radio)

- Sokol to Fort. Poor comms signal, repeat, come in. - Woah… - Over.

- Fort to Sokol. The weather is shit outside. Change me. Do you copy? Over. (radio)

- Borz! - Yeah.

Change Athlete on point.

- Guys, look what I found in the Scav’s backpack… some USEC’s helmetcam.

Judging by the files, he's been taken out recently.

- The fuck are you watching there?

- Check if there are any files from Monday.

- Let's see..

"- Report your position, over." (USEC from the phone) - Uh-huh..

"- 3-1-Bravo, this is Joker-3-2! Moving past the mined server room in direction of B-21." (USEC from the phone)

"- Hang on! What the fuck? Come here! Get your ass over here! Mike!" (USEC from the phone) - Look.

"- Mike, I'll change you!" (USEC from the phone)

"- I'm covering my sector!" (USEC from the phone)

"- Michael! Are you deaf or what? We need you here!" (USEC from the phone)

"Yeah, I've got another job to do!" (USEC from the phone)

"- No, you fuck.." (USEC from the phone)

"- Freeze, freeze! [gunshots]" (USEC from the phone)

- Fuck me… "- Clear!" (USEC from the phone)

They fucking killed Terra labs workers...

- A fucking awesome job they have. "- Evacuation of personnel is our top priority. Keep quiet,.." (USEC from the phone)

".. and do what you're told. We're here to get you out of here..." (USEC from the phone) - Well, well!

And here's our first group's target.

The case…

- By the way, what’s in that case?

- Fuck knows. But the company is dreaming of getting it back.

Skif’s group had to.. stop them.

"- Joker-3-2, 3-1-Bravo! Our team's got activity in the south corridor." (USEC from the phone)

"- Contact, contact, retreat!" (USEC from the phone) - Wow, some action.

"- CQB contact, requesting support! 9-1 is down, over! Breach the server rooms!" (USEC from the phone) - Still watching civs getting shot, huh?

"- Fire in the hole!" (USEC from the phone)

- Now that's a big-ass explosion... "- The case is chained to his arm!" (USEC from the phone)

- What was that about "chained"?

- Seems like everyone's fucked in that corridor. "- Proceed carefully, they might have grenades." (USEC from the phone)

"- I see a wounded BEAR." (USEC from the phone)

- Hold on…

"- Finish him." (USEC from the phone)

Those are BEARs. Those are my guys…

- Fuck…

- Is that Moryak? My chief…

"- Hey! What the hell do you want with his watch? They're worthless." (USEC from the phone)

"- I'll take it as a keepsake of Tarkov!" (USEC from the phone)

We may have just found Skif’s group...

- So, now we're the ones working on that case?

- I’m sure the USECs have already extracted the case out of Tarkov.

So looks like it's time for us to head home.

What about the boys that died?

I’m not risking my people to get that off your conscience.

What about Demon? Mouse?

Okay. I’m with you till we get to EXFIL. After that I’ll return and avenge them myself...

- Go ahead then, it’s your call.

- Skif is right.

They’ve got to pay.

- Agreed. We can’t leave it like that...

TARKOV CITY, POLIKHIM FACILITY - That’s the sketchiest place in Tarkov.

Nobody even tries to go there anymore, Because USECs have made themselves at home there.

Last time even our Team went around this area.

- Then this is what we need.

- I stay on the point. You work from two sides.

Athlete and Skif start from the south. Voron and the others go through the trees.

- Athlete and Skif are at the place. (radio)

- Guys, the windows are clear. Watch out down there…

- Athlete to Voron, we’re at the point. Waiting for visual contact with you. (radio)

God damn this thing…

Guys, I can’t see you anymore. You’re on your own now. Your target is the building with the changing rooms. (radio)

Move your asses.

- Voron, we’re at the crossroads outside the main building… (radio)

- Athlete, Athlete… Watching You. (radio)

- This is Athlete. We're still clear. (radio)

Everything is going too smooth for such a sketchy place…

Oh, hey there…

[silenced gunshot]

- Where’s the fire coming from? (radio)

- Athlete, somewhere above you… (radio)

- Serb to forward team! Was that you shooting? Serb! Do you copy? Serb to the forward team! (radio)

- Serb to Voron! Serb to Voron! Do you copy? Serb, we can’t hear you! Serb, we can’t hear you! Serb to Voron! (radio)

- God damn it.. Fuck. (radio)

- Athlete, coming to you! (radio)

[silenced gunshots]

- We're under fire from 3 o'clock… Skif, I can’t see the shooter! The sector’s blocked! (radio)

- Shooter at 3 o'clock is down. All clear! (radio)

- I got it!

- Voron! I’m holding this area! (radio)

- Holding the corner of the building. (radio)

- Moving over there!

- Going under the windows. (radio) - Get your asses out here faster! (radio)

- Attention! Second floor. Our windows are there. (radio)

[Loud music inside the building] - Looks like it's someone's birthday. - Everyone ready?

[Loud music] (USECs) - Whose gun is that?

- Captain Price's. - Who's Price? - Price is dead, baby!

- [chuckles] What's wrong with him? The toilet's that way!

- Eagle-2-1, Joker-3-2! Eagle-2-1! Message not received, repeat your status!

- Frag out!..

- Grenade! Grenade! (USEC)

- Grenade! - Grenade! - Fucking shit! (USECs)

- Matt's down! (USEC)

- One’s headed up! - Shit! (USEC)

- Holding the stairs!

- Get him off me! - I’m empty!

- Holding! - Die already, you bitch!

- Sarge, sarge.. (USEC) - I'm here, blya!

- Skif, you good? - Fuck, yeah, I'm fine…

- Guys, I'm holding the fucking changing room! Storm the third floor!

- Borz! Let’s take the third floor! - Get the fuck out of the way!

- Shooter above!

- Athlete, I'm coming to you!

- Holding the far locker! - Holding downstairs!

- Borz! Get the grenades! - Ready to throw!

- Frag out—argh..! Grenade is out!

- Borz's hurt!

- Skif, change Borz! Fucking change Borz!

- Voron! I'm gonna get fucking crushed here! Voron, you fuck!

- Covering!

- Fuck!

- Borz, type of injury! (radio) - I'm fine, I can keep going!

- Moving up! Skif! Up! Up! I'm empty! Empty!

- Grenade! Grenade!

- Grenade! Borz! A grenade's under you!

- Oh, fuck me!..

- Everyone okay? - Skif, I'm empty! Push the fucker!

- The shooter went off to the right!

- Everyone okay? Voron? Can anyone see Voron?

- Gonna run out of ammo! Empty! - Throw a frag there! - Ready?

- Ready! - Frag out!

- Athlete! One more mag and I'm out!

- Voron! Voron! Almost out of ammo! We need to get out or take the changing room! Voron! Voron! Voron! Voron! Fuck, come in!

- Skif, move!

- Holding! - What? What's with the fucking third floor?..

- Skif, Barmaley, holding the third floor corridor!

- How many nades left? - I'm fucking empty!

- Skif, Barmaley – none left!

- One left! The F1!

- Voron! Where's it coming from? Where's it coming from? Where's it coming from?!

- They're firing from the outside! From the outside! - Fuck! I'm coming!

- Borz is killed, I think!

- One shooter outside! Fall back through the first floor!

- We can't back off! We gotta push into the changing room!

- Hurry up then! We’re low on ammo!

- We have to fuck it up anyway! (radio)

- You're fucking insane!..

- Athlete, we’re coming towards you.

- Go-go-go!

- Skif! Take the F1 from Borz!

- The lower stairs are on me!

- Barmaley, get ready! - Damn, Voron! Where the fuck are you? (radio)

- I’m coming!

- I’m waiting for a go! - Go in with the nade!

- Grenade out!

- Grenade! Grenade! (USEC)

- Go-go-go!

- Alex, stop! Alex! (USEC)

- Pushing twelve!

- Pushing left!

- Oh fuck! - Enemy inside! (USEC)

- Fuck off! Die, die!

- Pushing right!

(USECs) - Covering right! - Fucking BEARs!

- One's on me at the windows!

- I'm on the left! (USEC)

- Where’s Barmaley? - Empty! - Barmaley!

- Who’s fucking shooting us in the ass? (radio) - Covering back from the left! Work, Athlete!

- Working!

- One down! (USEC) - Fucking take this!

- Barmaley! Barmaley! - Guys, what's your status? Guys, what's your status?! (USEC)

- Voron, come here! I got one! - Skif! Coming towards you! - The second one ran back!

- Guys, what's your status?! (USEC)

- Fuck!

- Status Red! Spike is inside! One BEAR here! One BEAR here! (USEC)

- How's Barmaley? How's Barmaley?

- Where’s the wound? - I don’t fucking know…

- Give it to me. - What the fuck are you doing?! They'll kill us!

- This is from Serb.

- Is it his?

- Grenade! (USEC)

- Clear! (USEC)

- Clear! (USEC)

- Trombley, Trombley... Heeks! Trombley is— (USEC)

- Won’t you look at that! (Scav)

It’s a BEAR! (Scav)

- He’s getting away! (Scav)

- Fucking tired of you!..

- Fucking shoot him! (Scav)

- Hey, front!

- I'll take over from you in two hours. [english]

"- What's the weather like? - It’s is nice, sometimes a bit cold."

"- Stay safe. - We’re doing our best, thanks. How are you?"

"- We're fine. Everything's quiet. - You're luckier than we are."

"- Your group was assigned as our reserve. - We know."

"- Our fighter can be sent to you. He's got a message from the family. Show him."

I think I made a big mistake last time…

And I want you to know that I will wait for you as long as it takes.

We... will wait for you..

- God damn it… - Because very soon we will become…

A real family.

"Good afternoon! I can't send messages to captain Burov's phone.

Please, show him this video. It is very, very important!"

Oh look... It was you we were looking for…

TARKOV CITY. SEAPORT PMC EXFIL 3 HOURS LATER.

Well...

What do I press here? Hello?

Water is wet. Water is wet.

- Get fucking lost if you want to live! (intercom)

-The fucking password. “Water is wet”.

- Do you not understand Russian?! (intercom)

- I'm Russian, damn it! Check the password.

- Your password is rotten. If you don't have a special pass, go fuck yourself. (intercom)

- Bitch, what pass? Get the duty officer here, fuck's sake!

- One moment. Don't hang up!.. (intercom) - That's better.

What the fuck are you doing, assholes?!

What a great fucking talk... Where am I gonna get this pass?

Fuck you then! I guess I need to visit Ogryzok.

SEAPORT AREA OGRYZOK'S TRADING POST

- What do you need, bro?

Put your hands up, higher.

- Some dude's here to see you.

- I'll strip his gun for now. It's safer that way.

I heard you run all the retail here…

I want to buy a ticket from Tarkov.

Or what is it? A card? A QR code?

I think that will be enough.

I don’t need it.

The who might be interested in it?

That thing belongs to corp… No one will want it.

I thought you're a serious merchant…

- Seems like your gun is sick.

- Well, at least it is not dead. - You think you’re funny?

- And why is the spring oiled so badly? - Be grateful we didn’t bend it. Next time, it will be in fucking pieces.

Hey you, serious face. Bring your stuff. At the radars in two hours.

- Well... See you, guys. - Go on, and don't be late.

- It's definitely not yours! Show me your hands! Show me your fucking hands! [english]

Look,

you won’t get out of here alone either way.

So you either fucking shoot, or go scare those trees.

You're a shitty opponent. [english]

At least I don't kill civilians.

And that's why i'm done! Don't you know that TerraGroup is planning to launch a controlled chaos?

And Tarkov is just the beginning. [english]

This case contains classified documents about all the bio experiments. [english]

That’s why I need to get this evidence to my command.

Do you believe them? [english]

We were supposed to give the case back to TerraGroup, But I have a better plan.. [english]

We can shoot each other right here right now and be done with it, or..

We can try to get away from Tarkov and hand off this shit about TerraGroup to independent media.

You decide. [english]

Alright, I’m still looking at three players under the tower. Three players under the tower.

Hey, Mike, are you there yet?

[two radio clicks]

Sniper’s position’s still there, by the body of the truck.

[three radio clicks]

Fuck, what do you mean you don’t understand?

[speaking english] Under truck. Under truck, Mike!

The trailer is to your right. To your right!

Ten meters to your right.

[three radio clicks]

Fuck, I don't fucking know how many feet is that! Go right, just go right!

[speaking english] Go right, Mike. Go right, go right!

You’ll figure it out there.

Kill confirmed. That’s it, Mike! Get out of there.

- Gorka, Gorka, do you copy? Gorka, do you copy?

Gorka, do you copy?

- That Chris Kyle of ours won’t come in.. - I don’t think the radio’s the problem.

- Boris. (radio)

Boris!.. (radio)

- Boris to the House!.. (radio) - What if the sonofabitch figured us out and the trick didn’t work?

- Boris, you fuck! Do you copy? (radio)

Boris to the House! Are you deaf? (radio)

Boris to the House!

Boris! Where the hell are you?! Boris, come the fuck on! Do you copy?

You wouldn’t know where the hell your boss is, would you?

Here is your stuff. Where’s my loot?

Are you fucking deaf? Where the fuck is my thing?

Hey you, Northman, should I just throw you out to the cultists?

What'cha think, are you worth at least some shitty TOZ?

Huh?

- They’ve decided to screw that asshole over.

Who knows, maybe something went wrong.

It’s 23-09. A man came to me. Wanted to buy the Ticket… from Tarkov to the main land.

In exchange for your lost luggage…

- By the way, long before your guys decided to fuck Tarkov up, our Defense Ministry had already blocked the region and didn’t tell anyone.

Just imagine, the seaport was turned into a fortress in just twenty-four hours.

[chuckles] - I see there were a lot of people who wanted to test it. [english]

- Well, after the civilians were evacuated, local scum decided to bail out too.

- Hope we didn't get fucked with the pass outta here... [english]

Tower 4-9. Tower 4-9. Get ready to shoot on sight. (radio)

Tower 4-9. Support the sniper fire! Do you copy? Over! (radio)

- Look, Russian.. No matter what happens next, I want you to savour the moment..

The last time we were together. When we kicked the nazis' ass... [english]

Your pass has not been identified. Please try again. (intercom)

Again? Ok, let’s do it again!

Work, dammit! Come on!

Motherfucker, come on! Come on, you stupid piece of shit!

Fuck.. Great...

That’s it, now we’re really fucked...

- Hey pal... look. [english]

- Your pass has been identified. (intercom) - It’s working… it’s working! - Leave your weapons behind, and proceed to gate 11 for inspection. (intercom)

Tower 4-9, stand down! Do you copy? Over. (radio)

Roger that. (on the radio)

Follow me!

- Reminds me of a firing squad.. [english]

- You’ll jinx it. Better shut up.

Post 10 to the guide, we’re escorting two people, come meet us. Do you copy?

- Passengers are getting on the ship behind that gate.

- Seems too easy. [english]

- I can't believe we'll be home soon...

[bullet impacts]

- Central! It’s tower 4-9. Our machine gunner is injured! Suppressing sniper fire! Do you copy? (radio)

- Central! It’s tower 4-8. We’re being targeted from the north! We’re suppressing them! (radio)

- The fuck’s going on there?

- Well, looks like some snipers are suppressing your towers.

- Central! It’s 4-9, we’re under heavy sniper fire. Can’t return fire. Do you copy? (radio)

- 4-9, 4-9, specify the direction of the fire. (radio)

- Central! It’s 4-8, our light’s out! (radio)

- It’s 4-9, same shit, they took our fucking light out! (radio)

- Woah, where did the Scavs mortars?

- Scavs ain’t got no mortars.

- Incoming! Incoming! Get the fuck out of here!

- Take cover, faster! - Fuck!

- Central! Fuck! They’re firing on us with 120mm! Do you copy? (radio) - Take cover!

[alarm siren] - Attention. Attention! Combat alarm! Garrison, to arms! (radio)

- Personnel take cover, get ready to return fire. I repeat,

combat alarm! Stay on alert! Garrison, to arms! Personnel take cover, get ready to return fire! (radio)

- Central! This is post 11. We're taking blind suppressive return fire,

We're being targeted, we need to fall back! (radio)

- Open the gate! Let us fall back!

- Central! It’s Ten! Central, come in! (radio) - Let’s go!

I see two unidentified targets inside the perimeter! (radio)

- Hold right there, bitch! - Fucking not again!

- I see two unidentified targets inside the perimeter. How copy? - Hold right there, you piece of shit!

- Are they shooting at us?! [english]

- God damn it! - Nevermind, I got it! [english]

- We've been hit by a mortar! Two dead! Fuck! (radio)

- Fall back, fall back! Behind the gate! Everyone get behind the gate!

- It’s post 11, fall back behind the gate! It’s post 11, fall back behind the gate! Do you copy? (radio)

- If you didn't catch that, that.. was a really big machine gun. [english]

- Fuck, we've definitely got to break through that gate. - Are you nuts?! [english]

- Let's go back to fucking Tarkov– [english] - Those fucking 120-mm!

- Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up! Fire in the hole! (english radio)

- Hurry up, hurry up! Move into positions! - I’m under mortar fire. Do you copy? (radio)

- C-4?! [english]

- Then that's absolutely fucked, man..

- Fuck! They fucking exploded our wall! (radio)

- What? Speak clearly, for fuck’s sake! (radio) - They’re forcing through!

- Somebody's for sure helping those Scavs!

- Are you fucking blind? They destroyed our fucking wall! (radio)

- Where the fuck is everyone? Don’t let them spread inside! - I’ve got my PK cycling bad already!

- Go-go-go! (english radio)

- Central, Central! We need support, we need su– - I’m almost out of ammo! (radio)

- Fuck me! Who the fuck are those?

- The enemy is actively advancing towards the loading zone! (radio)

- Looks like we’re gonna have to talk to our machine gunner… - Shitty idea! [english]

- Friendlies! Friendlies, don't shoot!

Fuck! I’m fucking sick of him!

- It's heavy machineguns! They destroy helicopters! I'm outta here! [english]

- Yeah-yeah, sure. Go on, good luck to you! - Shit! [english]

- What happened? You're back so soon!

- Hey man. Let's at least wait for them to reload, huh? I really wanna live! [english]

- Let's go! Get the fuck out!

We’re friendly!

What, is it over?

Wait, he's fucking empty!

We’re friendly! Water’s wet! Friendlies!

- We’re friendly, we’re friendly! - Cease fire! Don't shoot! [english]

Water’s wet, don’t shoot!

Water’s wet! Don’t shoot!!

Hey..

I remember the last time we worked together...

This is Blackfox. Jackpot. [english]

Who the fuck even are you?

Just a few hours ago, the UN Security Council convened an emergency meeting over another escalation in the Norvinsk region.

Shots and explosions of artillery mines have been heard in the area of the local seaport over the past 24 hours.

This is the first time heavy weaponry has been used within the blockade.

UN Security Council has expressed serious concern over this matter.

But Russian authorities have once again assured the international community that the situation is under their full control.

However, the command of the UN peacekeeping forces present in the region is skeptical about such assurances from the Kremlin.