Day fifty two. Heard some knocking on the car door. I sleep in there - it's cold in the tent, and also snakes can crawl into the sleeping bag.
"Whatcha need?", I ask. It's two locals, brought me smoked marmots to barter, smiling. Well, I think, you are right on time.
The point-based expedition system, curses upon the head of its inventor, once again demands the results. Go bring us something to research so we could see you're doing something. As if I'm on vacation on a luxury resort. I'm not an anthropologist by education, so I had to find my own way.
So I brought the radio, set it up on some random station - music is playing and that's good enough. Kotomkin would chew my ear off for this, how dare you, record the native dances with random radio music! Technology is to be demonstrated to the primitives with great caution!
And what do you know, the gremlins all sat around in the grass, and then whoop, started swirling to the tune. They don't need their own music, they like mine. I set up the camera in a way so that the radio wouldn't get into the shot, and voilà, I can stay here for another month...
Series about exploration of the steppe nation of baytyrki in a universe that is very close to ours, and yet is different in a number of mysterious and fascinating ways.
This is a translation! The original comic is made by Joe Duncan! All rights belong to him!
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