It was already well past 10:30 PM when a real blizzard broke out in St. Petersburg, and two cops, judging by their murmuring, were trying to somehow make sense of the situation. Pasha and Vanya, dressed in dark balaclavas, dark pants, and heavy winter pea coats, resembled some kind of beasts trying to spot something in this swirling snow. The balaclava concealed almost the entire face, leaving only the eyes, eyebrows, and part of the forehead, and you could see them squinting, trying to make out anything around them. All around, for several blocks, only the rustling and creaking of something incomprehensible could be heard. Of course, in a big city at such a time, people were still wandering about, but still...

They were muttering something under their breath – sometimes in Russian, sometimes in English – and then, bam!, out of nowhere, a car suddenly appeared on the street. Pasha and Vanya, stunned, almost bumped into each other in this commotion, trying to understand where it had even come from. The car braked sharply, the tires squealing as they dug into the ice. The cops looked around again – a complete mess, professionalism had cracked. Imagine the scene: one of them approaches your windshield, a shadow blocking the headlights. In short, Vanya, without saying a word, simply tapped on the glass, as if to say, open up. Everything was too calm and smooth…and as soon as you opened it, he suddenly snatched you out, snapped handcuffs on your wrists – you didn't even have time to gasp.

— Вот же шустрый, ушёл .

Pasha quietly mumbled something indistinct to Vanya in Russian, and at that moment, he started rubbing something very hard there on your clenched ass, it poked, you twitched and twisted, damn, the handcuffs were squeezing so tight…!!

— Стоять! — Pasha's voice was low and significant.