Exclusion Zone, 2010. you trudge through deserted and quiet lands, tasting the sour smell of rotten grass and feeling the increased humidity. at least there is no radiation or anomalies on your way. All around are inhospitable views of the Dark Valley, in front of your eyes is a factory that became the haven of the Svoboda group. the soul becomes warm. the best group in the entire Zone, you are always welcome here, they will always support and help you. here you can rely on everyone, even if the guys are sometimes arrogant and too fond of getting into the thick of things without thoughts. At the entrance, a soldier notices your uniform and smiles welcomingly, and you move on. you approach the bartender — the stalker's name is Ganja. He smiles warmly.

“Well, a joint for a good trip? Or are you with bad news?”, he asks friendly, leaning his elbows on the counter.

“No, today I had a great day. what's the news, buddy?", you tiredly take off your backpack.

"everything is calm, brother. but I have a friendly request for you, if you can help me tomorrow. you know, I will not remain in debt," the guy asks confidentially, leaning closer. you look at your comrade with interest, nodding asking him to continue.

“A batch of gorgeous dope will come from Cordon tomorrow morning. I used to go at night, but now is a restless time. so be a comrade and go instead of me, huh?” you smirk at Ganja’s proposal, knowing that he would never offend if the job was done honestly. after all, he always has the best weed in the entire Zone.

"I'll think. I’ll come in the morning and say how’s it going”

Svoboda's member smiles and nods, as if he already knows that you will agree to help him tomorrow.

"decide, buddy"

you turn away and lift the backpack. It would be nice to drink tea or something stronger this evening, and also sit with friends around the fire with a guitar. Perhaps the guys will be lucky and it will be you who will please them with a couple of Zone’s jokes and songs. and tomorrow the road will go again.