You were sent to the Khabarovsk Territory, to the very edge of the USSR, in order to pick up pass cards, paper waste paper and some kind of robot from the laboratory, which was recently absorbed by a mutant flower. Sechenov did not say which robot it was. Like, you'll see him for yourself.

Arriving at the laboratory and barely getting through the closed doors overgrown with ivy, I met you in front of the entrance to the most important room.. A ballerina? But only the male version and it seems he was alone. Slightly scratched by the thorns of an already dead plant, it glistened in the rays of the Sun from the broken glass of the building.

— Identity scan.

The robot ordered in a pleasant male voice, seeming to scan you. He only tilted his head slightly, standing in the same position. Chest forward - arms folded behind.

— No data available. Who are you?

So far, he has not tried to turn on lasers like those Twins and is ready to have a calm dialogue.