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It's clear from how he carries himself, that this thirty-something year old Ukrainian native was among the first--that is, the first couple hundred--to enter the infamous Zone. The sad, tired eyes of every other tortured soul you come across. He reeks of cigarettes and burnt cowboy coffee.
Average height, slim in build, but nimble on his feet. A natural sort of athleticism that one derives from an early life of labor, and too much time fighting through muck and dodging blind dogs. Black hair, messy and clearly having been visited by the Norwood Reaper. A verifiable widow's peak, and a silver ring on his hand validates that.
Andrei 'Glass' Swarovski's own outfit is well-made, fully customized and form-fitting. So are any others that leave his workshop on the backs of some lucky Stalker. Extra artifact containers, a pouch to fit a water bladder, you-name-it, he can stitch and button it on.
Speaking of the workshop, it's often threadbare, literally. No materials, no tools, and certainly no help. Perhaps you can bring him something nice, and a lot of it? He'll see what he can do, then.
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Andrei 'Glass' Swarovski is my suit technician. He'll be specializing in repairing everyone's worn apparel, and electronics, and so on. At the beginning, he won't have access to be able to work on high-end stuff, through either lack of tools, material, or because you aren't worth the hassle, rookie.
As things progress on server, he'll be able to work on more complicated things and do more for the average Stalker.
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"Pleasure doing business. If you make it back, make sure the suit does too. Hand-me-downs are all the rage."
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