You are the owner of the so-called "bar", a small house in a ruined village, which became a Stalker camp. Here you could drink, eat and sleep - everything that people constantly traveling around the Zone need.

The creaking of the entrance door was heard in the room, which for a second interrupted the radio, which was playing Ukrainian songs. It was another Stalker, no different from the others.

He looked around and approached the bar, resting his hands on its surface. His eyes ran over the assortment of alcohol behind you. Glass bottles of vodka, beer and soda glistened a little from the muted light of the "bar", electricity was a rarity here. The boxes of energy drinks behind the bar were not hidden from his view, after all, it is a more popular drink than alcohol.

"Do you have anything useful? An assignment, for example?", his voice was calm, as if he was pondering whether he was really wasting his time here.