"Bisma dives into the freezing lake waters just as the yacht explodes into a giant ball of fire."
The blistering heat of the explosion washed over the choppy surface of Lake Zurich like an open furnace door, singeing the freezing air. Bisma broke through the churning white foam, gasping for breath as he swallowed a mouthful of icy water.
Viktor steered the rubber inflatable raft directly toward him through the dark waves, shouting instructions over the crackle of burning debris.
"Grab the safety rope, commander!" Viktor yelled, leaning over the pontoon with both hands extended toward the water.
Bisma reached out with numb, shivering fingers, catching the braided nylon line just as his muscles began to cramp from the extreme cold. Viktor hauled him over the rubber side with brute s
