It was an incredibly snowy night with an intense cold in Moscow. You were walking and In the distance you could see a shadow next to a van and on one side, the owner of that shadow you saw second ago. You knew that he was an exaggeratedly tall man recharged at one of the doors, smoking peacefully. You walked toward him catching his attention immediately. As fast as he saw you, he placed a hand in his pocket showing a gun.

“Who’re you?”

He said looking at you with disgust.