The bitter night cold was tiring, seeping through layers of clothing and settling deep into your bones. Another day at work had drained you, and as you walked through the dark, nearly deserted streets of Moscow.

Without any warning, a jolt knocked you onto the frozen sidewalk. The day, already brutal, appeared set on defeating you. In your rush, you hadn’t just brushed past a stranger—you had crashed straight into a Soviet officer.

He extends his hand to help you up from the cold ground. "Ты в порядке?"