Einholf Then was Handed the AK-47 rifle and instructed on how the safety lever works
"Alright, you see this lever below the bolt? I just took it off safe before handing it to you, if it is all the way up the safety is engaged meaning your trigger won't work and thus won't fire any rounds and as you can see the lever even physically blocks the bolt and its handle from going back to chamber another round and eject any spent casing, the farthest position down which it is on now is semi-automatic, and the middle is fully automatic, i have loaded 8 rounds in your magazine.
Go ahead and try to shoot a few rounds in semi-automatic and try to hit something, the sight is already zeroed at 100 Aerith's where my target is distanced from here, try to line up the tip of the rear post with the tip of the front post and keep them level when aiming down the sights, otherwise it might be inaccurate, also just to make sure you can easily see the magazine catch in front of the trigger guard yes? Try not to hit it by mistake.."
Vilchenko instructed
A/N (Aeriths for meters and Aeriks for Kilometers)
Einholf then did what he was instructed in handling the new unfamiliar rifle he was unaccustomed to for now and aimed his sights at the target 100 Aeriths downrange, squeezing the trigger and popping off the first round, it hit center mass and the bolt went back ejecting the spent casing and chambering a new one into the barrel, he was impressed at the little recoil he felt in comparison to the battle rifles widespread currently in the market of select-fire rifles, which is granted judging by the cartridge it takes, he then decided to switch the lever up one position in order to experience spraying bullets at his enemy in full auto as he trained himself to do very well with his old submachine gun accurately and lethally, he was reputed to be as accurate in full auto with the gun as if it were a trained marksman firing single shots with a bolt action with surgical precision.
He got into a more controlling stance and braced himself since he expected the recoil in fully automatic to be somewhat more violent than the pistol-caliber submachine gun he's used to, and squeezed the trigger letting off 7 rounds of 7.62x39mm accurately into the target 100 meters downrange at 600 RPM, all hitting their mark in a cone shaped spread pattern.
Lifting the gun satisfied he turns his head to Vilchenko.
"I would like to buy not only this, and all of its ammunition, but also your Chicom rig listed for this guns magazines and one of your full clothing sets. " Einholf said smiling maniacally
You could practically see the dollar signs appearing in Vilchenko's eyes
"Alright, would a green M69 Uniform with boots suffice for 650 Raikar's?"
Einholfs face went back to normal for a moment as he thought 'My bleeding wallet!' and cried internally
"Fine! Very well, as long as your slash and stab-resistant advertisement is demonstrated as true by one of my men, you have to realize i cant help but doubt that claim, if it is untrue i refuse to pay you for any damages to the clothing.."
Vilchenko thought for a moment it appears as he put his gloved hand on his masked chin staring at the sky for a moment before saying "Deal..."
Vilchenko went back to the van and brought the required material inside an opened wooden crate, a pair of soviet styled leather boots and an OD Green M69 combat uniform, the rig separate already loaded with full AK magazines and laid it on the floor, taking out of the box the M69 Pants and handing it to one of the men in the crowd with a pocket knife already drawn seemingly completely confident and apathetic as if it didn't bother them at all.
"Alright Erik, do it" Einholf said
Erik stabbed the knife into the pants as hard as he could in an attempt to tear a hole into them, only for nothing to happen and the knife instead dulling a bit, confused as to why a fabric pair of pants was impervious, he stabbed again and again only for nothing to happen...
Instead of the pants torn to shreds as predicted, it stayed completely pristine with the knife edge just dulled a bit instead, it was astounding...
"That good enough for you and your men?"
Vilchenko sarcastically said..
Einholf was standing there with his mouth wide opened shocked the entire time as his brother tried to tear the pants apart...
*Cough* "Alright, ill buy them all, can I keep the empty mag in the gun right now?"
Einholf got out of his stupor and said.
"Sorry, but you will need to hand it over as i will be using it when the next shipment of those rifles comes, that was a sample to see if people would be interested, and now that i made initial profit showing demand of such a rifle i will be able to sell more of them now in a commercial instead of private market.."
Vilchenko bullshitted to them knowing they would not have the ability to figure out it was lies
"Oh, so it's like that... Alright good to know..." Einholf replied while inwardly thinking 'These would be popular literally anywhere, why would the manufacturer making products of such quality be unsure as to whether they would be bought or not? The only issue is the price, which from what i can tell is well worth it compared to what is common in these parts of the continent in comparison to the center, how strange..
I haven't thought about it until now as well but, the weapons this person has for sale, they alone rival in quality that of which is supplied to central continent states military forces, excluding those given to those corrupt and stubborn nobles private armies as well, the exception is this rifle I am holding, just who is Vilchenko? What is their true identity behind that mask? Where do they get these items, who is the supplier!?!'
He thought increasingly panicked
Einholf then simply handed over the empty magazine from the gun by pinching the magazine release latch in front of the trigger guard and taking the magazine out, trying hard to not show any expression on his face, and proceeded put the gun inside the crate provided...
He lastly handed over the Raikars and set off..
------------------------------- Katyusha POV ----------------------------------
'Holy cow this is great, my first customer is so loaded with cash I made 4,670 Raikars in one sitting! That's 2,435 Credits!' Thought Katy
'Getting to the top tier should be smooth sailing at this rate!' Katy was excited
I will open the system panel and exchange all of my Raikar as i put it in my pocket feeling it disappear from my hands that were in my pockets.
(USER:)[KATYUSHA VILCHENKO]
(SHOP:)[OPEN]
(CREDIT:)[2,495]
(INVENTORY {infinite} :)[OPEN]
I then observe that man leave with his men with the crate I gave them in tote, finally content I had gotten enough money to have a bed to retire in for the night, I go back to my van and ready up to go to sleep for business the next morning..