Follow me here, Kashtan and I ran an underground, neo-Nazi, white supremacist underground (illegal) Costco. We were both Russian, speaking Russian, in Greece, in winter, with snow, but the current president was Trump, but his presidency was illegitimate and being contested. On the shelves were all priced in rubles, and the customers were white conspiracist and supremacist middle-aged men. I remember seeing like a large tent for 5600₽.
We were being constantly bombed and attacked by almost everyone, it's not easy being a hated minority in Trump's Greece.
Everything was thus cratered outside and dirty, the plumbing worked but everything was caked in dirt, like the ceilings and such. I wanted to take a shower and the shower had fresh dirt all over the walls and ceiling so the drain immediately clogged with mud.
I had to shoot improvised explosives like overloading computers and explosive filled vans to prevent them from blowing up and destroying the store.
Kashtan was like a husky, gruff Russian with dark hair, he didn't say much if anything, but looked angry. The only other person who spoke was a guy trying to talk to me about post WW2 Nazi propaganda but I wasn't having it. I said something like, "get over it, we lost" presuming I was also a Nazi and though I helped run a store containing only Nazi merchandize with propaganda for all the advertising I somehow didn't buy into my own ideology.
