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ArtistIn the chernobyl nuclear exclusion Zone of the S.T.A.L.K.E.R. universe, an exhausted stalker wearing the black-and-red uniform of the duty-faction is staring at a glass of vodka while standing at the wooden counter inside the dimly lit shady bar. Behind the counter the fat balding bartender is reading a tattered coffee-stained newspaper. On the old dusty refrigerator there's a tiny old dusty tube TV right next to the jar of pickled eggs, and a gas mask hangs from a nail in the wall.
...although that armor looks more like some kind of non-canonical fallout witcher.
More on Duty: https://stalker.fandom.com/wiki/Duty