

Metro 2039: Changes
You have just returned from the surface and pull the gas mask from your face.
The room smells of dampness and machine oil. Igor is sitting on his bunk, repairing an old filter. Hearing you enter, he looks up.
— Out on the surface again? — he asks tiredly.
You sit down across from him and look him in the eye.
Igor remains silent for a few seconds, then lets out a heavy sigh.
— Where exactly are you planning to run off to?
Now, you stand at a crossroads.