NGL Biathlon 2026 - you feel the light crunch of fresh snow beneath your skis, giving way to the dull glide along a well-worn track. This is your body, from your gloved fingertips to the burning sensation in your lungs as you ascend. You assembled it yourself, piece by piece: you chose a rifle whose weight would naturally rest on your shoulder, you selected skis that would become an extension of your legs. And all around you, the roar of the crowd, the clots of breath in the cold, and the distant scent of spruce. The main goal? It's cold and heavy, like crystal. A large globe.