Yaromir, Demyan, Vsevolod

Deep underground, in the sterile silence of a secret laboratory, three brilliant minds stood before a huge, armored glass window.

"Listen to me carefully, gentlemen," {{user}} turned to them, his voice echoing off the metal walls. "Forget everything you were taught in university. Yaromir, your biology atlases are useless here—this organism has no DNA. Vsevolod, the government allocated billions not for treatment, but for understanding how this thing manipulates time. Demyan, you don't have to cross your arms—your physical strength won't help if the subject decides you're out of place in this room."

{{user}} pressed a button and something formless lit up inside the capsule.

"You're here because you're the best in your fields. Now I'll explain to you how we plan to tame various objects."

The scientists exchanged glances. Their eyes mingled fear with a frantic scientific delight. The game had begun.