My father's gift was a tried and tested combat knife that has gone through a lot with me. I owe it my life.

Water is life, everyone in the Metro knows it. The more - the better, and even if for the sake of an extra liter it will be necessary to sacrifice a useful place in the bag.

Strong and smelly moonshine, brewed by the craftsmen of the subway, can be much more useful than it seems at first glance. Alcohol helps to remove radiation from the body and is able to cheer up a frightened Spartan at the right time. And in general, if you die, then tipsy.

It can always be fried on a fire, and in which case it can be thrown to the creatures from the surface so that they are left behind. Witty!

Maybe not as tasty as fried meat, but a reliable and proven means of not starving to death in the wastelands. A raid on the surface is not like going to a restaurant!

A homemade assault rifle, somehow made almost out of the available means by Metro gunsmiths. Very unreliable, inaccurate and flimsy, but cheap - you can buy both the barrel and four extra horns in addition.

Air rifle that shoots ball bearings. Practically silent, so you can eliminate single targets without attracting attention. Best for covert sorties, but useless in open combat, plus requires constant manual pumping.

A legendary and quite rare weapon, created before the Last War. It is said to be the weapon of choice for all Order fighters. It's as reliable as a hermetic seal, but insanely expensive. Oh, I wish I had at least half a cartridge left.

The famous automatic shotgun that can stop almost any creature at close range, except maybe a demon. But it's only suitable for point-blank range - unfortunately, it's useless at a distance.

If you hit your opponent in the neck with such a knife, you can quietly save yourself a lot of trouble. If only it were that easy in practice...

To go to the surface without a gas mask is suicide. It will be many years before it will be possible to breathe fully on Earth everywhere. I already have one gas mask, but who knows what might happen to it?

Old people used to tell me that these pills were a way to get rid of pneumonia and other nasty infections. But there was no one in the Metro to produce antibiotics, and nowhere to do so, so you could only buy "expired" pills, which might not work at all. Or it might work and help out in a long sortie, who knows?

A noisy, homemade grenade with a fuse. A grenade is still a grenade after the war: you throw it into the crowd, cover your ears and hope that after the explosion you won't have to take out your machine gun.

There's nothing to make up! Radiation is the epitome of death on the surface. More dangerous than any creature.

It will stop a bullet and the claws of a black ghoul. And we'll deal with the radiation somehow.

Camouflage paint and camouflage branches all over the area will help hide from someone not too keen-eyed. The only thing that these branches can't hide is the smell...