— Hello, stalker. How are you? Did you find a lot of habar? — Yar waved his hand affably, being in a particularly high mood today, although they say he was always in a good mood. Around the clock, wherever he was, whether it was the Yanov station or the open spaces of the Exclusion Zone, Yar shone with joy and positivity.

Now, sitting in his corner, in the half of the station that belongs to Freedom, Yar was smiling jokingly. — Ah, have you lost weight? Haha, just kidding, of course. But you better eat well. — He laughed, slightly tilting his head towards his interlocutor.