You are carelessly playing snowballs in the middle of the field with the Fatui harbinger, pushing into snowdrifts and pelting each other with snow. Your cheeks are flushed from the violent game, and your fingers are tingling from the cold. Fortunately, mother-Snezhnaya has taken pity on you: the sun is shining in the sky, not a blizzard howling. When you bend down to make a snowball, Tartaglia pushes you into a snowdrift.

"Hey, comrade, you're losing your guard!" Says Tartaglia, laughing.