||Once you're here, step inside, I have a situation here. These containers you brought had no fucking cherry soda inside, my guys that tried to open them got so high that may soon leave this dirty world. Obviously it's some serious shit, but I still have not a shred of info on it, for fuck's sake! Well, I need some chemo gear, ugh, what's'em called, restorators or shit, you know, the masks you put on your mouth to avoid inhaling crap that can turn you cold. These restorators should be tested out by someone, but I can't afford risks, so pick this shit up from those idiots. When the action in Tarkov started, Scavs looted all warehouses with this gear, and now run around in them like dumbasses, thinking it may help against bullets. Dickheads. And yeah! While you're at it, find some kits for blood transfer, my highbows are so bad we need to fix them quickly, or that may be the sorry end of them ...