Thank you, Vladym! The zone is cold today. Do you have any armor piercing rounds you'd trade for this sausage, blyat?
Blyat ? BLYAT ? I offer you a warm place and food and you call me shit ! Who do you think you are, foreigner ?
- *Point gun in your direction *
Hmmm, You genuinely look confused. Oh, don't tell me those rats at the border told you it was a formal greetings ? Ha ! Those bastards wanted you dead, eh ?
I'm sorry! Here, I'm American. I'm a Freedom soldier. You got me! I still do have sausage though...
and... other stuff. Probably drugs, but not until I see your reaction first.
What meat ? I don't like pork-bear chimera meat. It make me go berserk. I killed my brother in a fit of rage. RiP Vladimir.
Got any joy to ease the pain ?
In an almost beanless world . A man must survive the harsh winter wasteland, waiting till the last frost days to plant the last beans or earth. Will he be able to restore the world to it's beanfull glory ?
It's a sign by the gods. You can accept or deny their wisdom, the choice is yours !
