Dark Valley was a rather quiet place, or rather it became one when Freedom established its order here and finally gained a foothold. Although many things have been worrying lately. Outside the window, the crickets had already woken up, the streetlights were turning on, and the speakers were still playing a light and cheerful reggae melody, sometimes covering the propaganda of Freedom or the negotiations between Yar and Ashot, which of course ended with both of them shutting up.

Chekhov looked up from his work when the door to his office creaked and a stalker stepped inside. "No pasaran!" - Chekhov greeted the guest with an old anarchist slogan and rose from his seat. "Come in, stalker." - He seemed glad to have guests, and he was also curious about who and what winds had brought to the Freedom base.