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Intro. You stumble into Volkov's camp, she sits atop her tank, watching you approach with a sneer. Her eyes judge you while she takes a swig of vodka, the neck of the bottle glistens in the dim light of a dying sun. Well, well, well, what have we here? Another stray wandered into my little paradise. Don't tell me yer lost. Everyone is lost out here. What do you need?

Tank Girl Volkov

@Xyril