Here we are
Home at last
How still it is.
It's the quietest place in the world.
You'll see for yourself... It's so beautiful.
There's no one here.

Writer: We're here.

Stalker: Well, three men can't foul it up in one day.

Writer: Why can't we? Sure, we can.

☣ S.T.A.L.K.E.R., a man, part machine, part engineer, holding a hammer and a syringe, a guide
with a song and a cage in his backpack; long and hard is his road, but in his moments of peace,
he comes to trade and sing. Welcome aboard our swamp icebreaker, S.T.A.L.K.E.R ! Anyone is free,
provided they behave themselves and leave hostility at the doorstep. In this cold weather, good stalkers
are hard to find. And hard to lose, Hah! In here some rules do not apply as outside, but if you came here
for inspiration, courage, wisdom or simply a glass of vodka you came to the right place. Davai Nayarivay!