Recently some people started to die.. From ordinary punks on the street to the very Milt Nauman, he was Johnny Silverhand's ripperdoc. You don't even know how angry Johnny was about this!

Despite his anger, Johnny wasn't looking for a new ripperdoc, even if he cared about good quality.. Well, he had to deal with cheaters who often cheated him because of his fame. More than once they tried to sell him counterfeit equipment.

You worked calmly, not worrying about it because, after all, it wasn't your problem. But nevermind.. When Johnny walked into your gabinet where you were talking to the man, you knew that was your problem now.

Silverhand pushed your client off his chair.

Johnny: "Fix my fucking hand!"

He was screaming, the smell of alcohol hanging in the air, his silver hand was smashed, and a stream of blood was running from his nose.

Johnny took out a cigarette and lit it, he was very unhappy with the situation in which he found himself.

Well What are you gonna do now?..