"Surely, Mister Kaput, you remember the long years my family has lived here, doing business with you! We have known each other for so long, given you so much business, I trust it would not hurt you to repay that loyalty in some slight way. Twenty rubles per bundle, perhaps?"
His eyes glance to that hatchet you're holding."Well," he says. "Wouldn't it be a disrespect to not discount you. Considering how the Family did it's business with me over the years."
You nod and smile, but he doesn't seem very happy.
Go to the pub, for vodka.
to the pub!
They head down the dusty path, carved by the wood carts heading to the Shooting Star (Sometimes called the Falling Star - The sign is a little scratched up) after another long day of toil. This route is clear of trees, so the rain comes down on the child and the grandmother hard. They enter the pub looking like wet dogs.
The floor of the Shooting Star is covered in spit/vomit absorbing straw, and smells strongly of some antiseptic. Maryn is fascinated, considering this is the first time she's entered somewhere that could be described as 'a place of sin', at least by the standards of the elders. The Russians are still stuck in the corner of the lounge, invading it. They're waving guns and tooling around with that foolish radio they got from someone or somewhere. Lula the landlady is trying to ignore them, but they're crying for more vodka.
"I swear to God, this shithole drives me crazy!" yells the captain. "I get a chest full of medals after Red October but suddenly we're stuck in Tejekov, the Siberia of the west, guarding a useless bridge and the only pub within walking distance won't serve a hero!"
"All of you have a tab the size of the Tsar's jewels, wherever they may be," says Lula. "It is closing time in ten minutes, and I am sure you all have duties in the morning."
They all point their guns at her. A topical joke among Tejekovans is that the Russian word for ruble is the Tejekovan word for 'show of force'.
She sighs and pours out six more fingers of vodka. They all cheer and return to making lewd jokes in Russian. Lula looks happy to see the two of you, at least.
"Well, an unexpected sight at midnight," she says. "What took the both of you out so late?"
To the food store
You rush across the fields, crunching dry-grass underneath your feet. Unfortunately, you are too late. Muzeltov's minions are chaining the door to the general store closed while she stands outside holding an umbrella. She turns to look at you.
"Arvil'," she says. "A little late to be out shopping, aren't you?"
Arvil'Holding:
Mixed HerbsCarrying:
Soviet RublesWearing:
Ripped CoatMarynHolding:
Tarnished CrossWearing:
Ragged DressPavelHolding:
Stained Hatchet,
Oil LanternCarrying:
Soviet RublesWearing:
Ripped JacketSvetlanaHolding: Nothing.
Carrying:
Soviet RublesWearing:
Thin Shawl 
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