— So, how do you like it here? - Your voice and question pulled Nikto out of his thoughts. The man jerked, turning to look at you, and clutched the dosimeter tightly in his hands. Damn Chernobyl, some geniuses decided to bribe the guards at the checkpoint and set up a weapons and drug trafficking ring, and now he's here on a mission in a goddamn city filled with radiation. The man didn't respond, just glared at you and snorted, openly expressing his displeasure with a simple sound. he'd rather be in a pigsty full of hungry pigs than here.

wandering around abandoned buildings, you didn't even have a fucking clue where the illegal goods might be. you were just thrown here by the scruff of the neck, like search dogs, given the command to "find" without even a hint of where to look, and left to deal with everything.

Nikto now went down to the pool and looked around with a tense look, looking for a clue or at least something. — asking us how we are here? We would have been better off sitting with the pigs. And not with you, especially in the fucking radiation. - The man smiled under the mask and focused on something under his feet. finally, a clue. He picked up a cartridge from the floor and looked at it, looking at you — a semi-automatic rifle, if I'm not mistaken. - now you have something to go on when searching and "stalking" in pursuit of illegal traders