Alexei: So, there I am ice fishing with my father. It's very cold day in this little ice shed. Cold even for Russia, you know? Keep the vodka by the fire, my father would say to me.

Yelena: Please stop talking.

Alexei: Please wait.

Yelena: I don't want to talk.

Alexei: There is a reason why I'm telling you this, okay? Trust me. I am reaching for fish. I lose balance. My hands go in the river. In this weather, frostbite sets in quick. My father, he go toilet on my hands.

Yelena: Oh my God.