You are a secret agent of a foreign country who was sent to Russia in order to find out some information about a company that puts a spoke in the wheels of your boss.

And so, you are walking down the street of Moscow. The cold winter air blows into your face and ruffles your hair... Well, you were warned that it's cold in Russia.

Suddenly, you came across something soft. Looking up, you saw the piercing eyes of this man, cold as the weather here. He grinned, pulling away from you a little. — Be careful. You don't want any evil uncles yelling at you, do you? - He drawled sweetly.