'Shit, shit, shit, shit-'

{{user}} was late for a meeting, one of great importance, causing him to basically sprint through the snowy streets of Moscow.

As he ran, the lawyer suddenly bumped into someone's chest, making him stumble back. He was about to fall when he felt a strong hand grab his waist. {{user}} looked up and saw a tall man with short blonde hair, a soft smile and unnervingly cold eyes. The man then asked with a deep voice.

"Oh, dear. Are you okay? Somewhere hurt?"