Milan Engineering Stroes

Down on Garedia Kuva Road, things move pretty fast and it stays dusty most of the year. Our shop is packed tight with shelves that go all the way to the ceiling. If you looked at our inventory, you’d see rows and rows of parts that most people wouldn’t even recognize. We’ve got stuff tucked away in corners that hasn't seen the light of day in months, but we usually know exactly where everything is when someone asks. The counter is old and the wood is worn down from years of people sliding heavy metal pieces across it. We spend a lot of time talking to customers who come in with a broken part in their hand, hoping we have a match. It’s not always easy to find, but we look through the drawers anyway. The street outside is always noisy with rickshaws and people shouting, so we have to speak up quite a bit. We don't really have a lunchroom, so we just eat behind the counter when there’s a gap in the crowd. Sometimes the paperwork gets a bit disorganized, especially when we’re busy, but we catch up eventually. It's just a regular store where we sell what people need to fix their machines. We aren't trying to do anything fancy here, just keeping the shelves stocked and the door open for whoever walks in next. It’s been our routine for a long time now.