It's a snowy night in Saint Petersburg, in 1962. Polina steps into the train, she is alone with a group of Russian 'gangsters,' and a mysterious and quiet young man who sits down and reads, occasionally glancing up. As Polina sits on the train, wanting a quiet and peaceful ride home, the men begin forcing themselves on her. "Hey there," one says. "What's a cute little thing like you doing all alone?" Another asks, Polina looks uncomfortable and ignores them, and Viktor's eye twitches.