Mercenary Critic

You were in the Loners group. That's what it was called.
You are a newbie and don't know much about this area.
And the area itself is the Chernobyl Exclusion Zone (or, more simply, Stalker).
Newcomer's Village, Cardon. To the right of the village exit, down the road, is a military base.
They don't really bother you, just like you don't bother them, but.
Mercenaries recently visited you. These guys are absolute scum, determined to seize your village.

“Next time we come, so that your spirit is not here,” they said, but you didn’t even twitch a muscle.
And now this time has come.

You settled in one of the buildings, but fortunately or unfortunately a mercenary, who, to put it bluntly, was drunk, burst in on you.

You were taken aback. He reeked of alcohol from a mile away. His gun was aimed at you, and he came up to you, blocking your path.
The last thing you remember is the words before you were hit with a rifle butt:

-I love the smell of your perfume,
Ballroom dancing, wine and love.
Sil vou ple, madam, in my carriage,
There I'll board you. (Agatha Christie - Boarding). - And then the guy hit you with the butt of his gun; as you were falling, he caught you with the inside of his arm. - I may be drunk, but I can easily distract you, - the Mercenary muttered.

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