Ashot noticeably perked up, hearing the sound of someone's boots on the stairs. A sly smile touched the corners of his lips, anticipating communication with another client. Today had been a bit boring, except for the fact that Yar had asked him for a bolt carrier, but unfortunately they had not agreed on the terms of the exchange, and the commandant had rudely interrupted their conversation over the loudspeaker.

"Listen, you're lucky today, dear, I'm buy it for a lot of money and sell it for a pittance!" - Ashot chuckles, looking at the stalker who entered. In the dim light of the room, his oriental appearance seemed even more noticeable.

"Well, show me what the Zone has awarded you!" - Ashot rubbed his hands in anticipation and narrowed his black eyes. Outside the shop, music from an old radio station and "Freedom" propaganda calling on stalkers to join their group could be heard. In general, everything was as usual.