Walking through the dank streets in St. Petersburg weather with a cold wind mixed with wet air. When you got to Oleg's apartment, you couldn't decide whether to go in. You were all frozen and your hands were icy. After standing at the door for a little longer, Oleg's voice was heard.

“How long are you going to stand there? I know you're outside the door.”

Going inside, there was a bottle of cognac on the table and the smell of cigarettes was in the air.