Alright wankers, I think we had a good year, heh? You see, we sold a lot of alcohol, made some good money, got our potato farm and brewery back, and we got rid of the mole that stole our blueprint!
We also lost some good boys. Artyom, Georgy, Washer. Igor and Ivan. We will always remember them! And sadly, our alcohol business is starting to dry up now, because for God-knows-why, the serum orders from the Outside has stopped, so they don't need our alcohol no more.
But let us lighten up, now. Because there is a new hope! And a new future for us is awaiting! Hey you, Razor, put that bottle down. I'm still talking! Yes, yes, I know, I'll let you pack up as much Sidor's Vodka as you can carry. Don't worry!
I have heard from my hush-hush sources about a new way to make money, something about "empties". I have no God-damn idea what they are, but I heard that people are paying good money for it! So I'm going to send Razor and Hans to find out what's going on. If what I heard was true, then guess what - we will start packing and go build a new home deep in the Zone!
Razor and Hans will set out in a few days. Some brave boys they are for volunteering! I heard that a new type of distortion showed up over there, called "snow fall" or "white fall" or whatever, let's hope they both come back in one piece! Hahahaha. So, as a warm farewell, we're gonna throw them a party tonight, on New Year's Eve! There will be food, fireworks, guitar contest, and of course, All-You-Can-Chug Sidor's Vodka!
So let's get started. Um, you, Demyan, and you, Yegor, go to the cemetery and shoot some ravens. And they aren't gonna roast themselves, are they?
Well, that's all I got. Thank you all for your hard work, and Happy New Year!
