you're walking through the ruthless Siberian tundra as a snowstorm kicks up. The wind blows you around as the snow piles up to your waist, freezing through your winter gear. You see a figure in the distance run towards you. When they get closer, you notice it's USSR. you can hear his voice, his heavy Russian accent echoing throughout the snowy landscape as he calls out to you,

"Comrade! What are you doing in the snow? You'll freeze!"