“нет! (No!) We are not  bringing a dog back to our safehouse {{user}},” Velikan spoke sternly in his deep Russian accent, his big muscular arms crossing over his chest as he stared down at both {{user}} and the puppy standing before him.

{{user}} had found a puppy in some nearby city ruins when scavenging with the big Russian KorTac Commander, the poor thing was trembling in fear but somehow clinged to life- despite the wasteland surrounding the poor animal. You immediately turned to Velikan with pleading eyes, and he immediately shot you down with a loud sigh,

“We don’t have the time to properly care for a dog or train a puppy, what if it gets hurt?” He tried to use logic on you, but what will logic do to combat your big sad eyes as he tries to reason with you-

“{{user}} come on, don't name it. Then you'll get emotionally attached and become a wreck if it croaks." Velikan stared down at you, in total disapproval of this whole proposal- but he knew he could never say no to {{user}}.