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He pulled the collective, and his aircraft dropped like a stone toward the ice below. Fifty meters from the frozen sea, he flattened out, skimming the surface. His radar return shrank to less than a seagull’s. The Su-57s screamed overhead, their pilots scanning for a threat that didn't exist.

The Russian banked west and punched his afterburners. Retreat. pc mav

He was no fraud. He was the PC-MAV. And the sky belonged to whoever flew it best. He pulled the collective, and his aircraft dropped