Vodka and Shotgun Shells (Open Frequency)

[Makarov]

* A burst of static and a few odd-sounding clicks can be heard from the radio, then a voice can be heard speaking through the static*

Hello, anyone who may be hearing this! Yes, talking to you random man or woman! Anyways, allow me to introduce myself.... My name is Viktor Chebrikov! Now, some of you may have heard of me or know me personally. I'm sure some of you see me as a good friend, or your worst enemy, or a little bit of both.... Or you don't know me at all and I'm just wasting my breath. That is besides the point, however, since I am asking for a form of.... donation. A good charity thing, if you will. I am asking for some Vodka and/or Shotgun shells! You see, I have recently been running out of Shotgun shells for my shotgun slowly and my Vodka has been draining fast. I am hoping there are those of you out there who has the feeling of helping me with this small donation. If you are in need of an somewhat experienced man in whatever group or organization you may be apart of or the head of, I am willing to work in exchange for a steady payment of.... You guessed it, Vodka and Shotgun shells! For those who just want to donate, just leave the aforementioned items in the Northern Cities. I'm talking past the Airfield of the North West type of North. I don't feel like being shot by scavengers or robbed by the local Marauding groups in that area. For those who wish to hire me, I guess leave a frequency we can talk over and we can discuss more details in private from wandering ears. Now, since I have nothing more to say..... Goodbye.

*The faint static in the background overtakes the voice and then the static lets way to silence*

[Guest Max]

*Max laughs and begins to transmitt*

"Fucking Ruskies."

*ends transmission*

[Combat Logo]

*Logan listens to the man on the radio, scratching his head. So, he wants vodka and shotgun shells. Logan takes a second to think about the somewhat oddity of a gun-for-hire who only accepted payment is either one type of ammo or one type of alcohol. Logan shrugs it off and presses down on the talk button.*

"Well, if your in need of them, I guess I'll spare what shell I don't need and I'll keep an eye out for any vodka I see. I'm not much into alcohol, it has really fucked up some of my family members, but hey, do whatever you want. Just wondering, are you going to be picky about what brand it is or will you just take any brand of vodka. I don't want to carry that shit around just to be told that's not what you wanted. Anyways, I'll keep my eyes open. Safe travels out there, and God's speed to your next destination."

*Logan lets go of the talk button and starts to put his belongings away, getting ready to move on out to his next location.*

[Makarov]

*Logan listens to the man on the radio, scratching his head. So, he wants vodka and shotgun shells. Logan takes a second to think about the somewhat oddity of a gun-for-hire who only accepted payment is either one type of ammo or one type of alcohol. Logan shrugs it off and presses down on the talk button.*

"Well, if your in need of them, I guess I'll spare what shell I don't need and I'll keep an eye out for any vodka I see. I'm not much into alcohol, it has really fucked up some of my family members, but hey, do whatever you want. Just wondering, are you going to be picky about what brand it is or will you just take any brand of vodka. I don't want to carry that shit around just to be told that's not what you wanted. Anyways, I'll keep my eyes open. Safe travels out there, and God's speed to your next destination."

*Logan lets go of the talk button and starts to put his belongings away, getting ready to move on out to his next location.*

*Viktor listens to the man talk, surprised that he was asking all these sort of questions. He waited until the man finished talking then picked the radio up and pushed the talk button as fast as he could.*

I am not very picky about Vodka Brands, just as long as it's Vodka and not some type of knock-off variant. I am actually surprised you would be so..... forthcoming, with donating me Vodka and Shotgun ammo. Do you umm.... Do you need anything? Need something that needs done or something of the like? Info maybe? I would feel like I'm robbing you if I don't offer at least something of my services. Think about it and get back to me with your answer.... and location of Vodka.

* Viktor lets go of the talk button and waits in anticipation of some fresh supply of Vodka and Shotgun shells.*