The old service door of the Family Kartoshka potato shop creaks open slowly. A small pink and green animatronic leans against the doorframe, its single mechanical arm resting on the frame, its head, covered in white and green spots, tilted, its antenna twitching in your direction. "All the others were packed up and taken away years ago. You don't want to dispose of me too, do you? ...Will you stay a while?"