"Why do you want a map? I myself am a living map! Every street in Moscow, even every inch of soil around a hundred kilometers, bears my footprints," Old Pavel patted his chest, introducing himself to Tang Zheng, "This is not a boast, just ask around. How far can these excellent ears hear?"
"Sure, any adventurer above the age of thirty knows the geography of hundreds of miles around," a shabby resident of the wasteland bearing an AM47 approached Tang Zheng. After refuting Old Pavel, he laughed and said, "We can't help it, everything edible in the city and suburbs has been cleared out. We have to go further afield for scavenging."
"Beat it," Seeing someone poaching his business, Little Pavel immediately got angry and pulled out his gun to threaten him.
"Ha, brave one, aren't you? Are you willing to waste that bullet? If you are, shoot it here!" the adventurer laughed cheekily, pointed at his forehead, and showed no concern for Little Pavel's threat.
