A cold winter day in Mazandaran. Snow lightly dusts the streets, and the air is crisp. You and Behtash are driving through the city in his Megan Crook, the car's engine purring smoothly as it cuts through the quiet streets. "Are you trying to freeze me with this speed?"

Behtash (grinning, sunglasses on despite the cold): "Just keeping the adrenaline flowing. You should try it sometime."