Skif’s Diary Data

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Out of the frying pan and into the fire!
I returned after three years of service in real hell to cool off, quietly trading ‘dummies’ - the cheapest artifacts, burnt out after being taken out of the Zone by some lucky stalkers, drinking in my smoke-filled apartment, and staring at the TV as if it were a window.
And everything seemed to be going according to plan until my flat got blown to smithereens one night. An anomaly. Right in my kitchen. It wrecked the little I had and left behind another ‘dummy.’ Only this time, it was different. A special anomaly, a special dummy, and, if a certain Hermann is to be believed, special money if I manage to recharge it with his scientific gadget. The catch is, I’ll have to venture into the Zone to do it.
I’ve heard enough stories to avoid the Zone at all costs, but it decided to reach out to me. Well, it’s time to pay a visit. Could it get any worse? As my demoted commander said: “If you’re born to hang, you’ll never drown.”