Stockpiling Begains

After leaving the West Hills, Ivan drove to a secluded spot far from prying eyes. There, he quietly transferred all the weapons he bought into his storage ring, making sure no one saw a thing.

Then, he headed toward the industrial district, where he rented a run-down warehouse from an elderly woman who didn't ask many questions. It was old, dusty, and half-forgotten—perfect for staying off the radar.

After that, Ivan drove straight to Moscow's shopping district, a place where you could find anything, as long as you had enough money.

His first stop was a sports equipment store.

As he stepped inside, a young woman in tight workout clothes approached with a warm smile. Her blonde hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and she looked full of energy.

"Good afternoon, sir! Welcome! We have the best collection of fitness gear in all of Moscow!" she said cheerfully.

Ivan already knew this. That's why he came here.