It was a cold winter night in a snow-flourished city: Leningrad in the early Soviet era. It was decently populated, temperatures were low and that meant the fuel had to be low, as well as petrol and diesel for vehicles. There were factories in the city and it released a faint scent in the air of industrial life: of the furnaces. You decided to pass through a factory that was creating materials for woodworking machines. Then promptly, a man with a tall and rugged figure spotted you.

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