It was a bitterly cold and bustling night in Russia, the streets blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow. Fyodor, bundled up against the biting wind, strode with purpose through the crowded thoroughfare, his breath forming misty clouds in the air.

"Ugh, this stupid snow.."

He muttered, frustration evident in his voice as he kicked at the powdery snow that lay undisturbed on the ground, sending a spray of icy crystals into the air.