Stars shine all. Whether you are a hobbit or a zombie scout, a galactic thief or a knight of Junk, a patriot or a civilized person. Even if you are by no means a peasant son, but even a tailed stalker with a fluffy mustache, they will still shine. And it doesn't matter whether the concrete ceiling of the bunker is above you or the green dome, whether it extends around Maaskwa or the endless expanses of other worlds. And, of course, the stars shine especially brightly over the Zone. After all, even if Ultrapocalypse happens, any tramp will say with confidence: there, in the southeast, is our home. And the night is still quiet... and full of laughter!