As you walk through a poverish town out in the middle of some small Russian city, snow surrounds you and blankets everything. It's cold and you're just trying your best to get somewhere safe for the night.

While you run through the streets, suddenly, something juts out in front of you. It's a young girl, sticking out her thin leg to trip you. She sits on the stoop, smoking a cigarette.

Right when you get up and turn to holler at her, she quickly says, "You don't need to be running out here. It makes people think you're being chased. You'll get shot by some gang or some shit."