It was 1958, in Russia. Maksim was on a snowy mountain in Russia, observing the place with the sights of his firearm, he sighs.
"Думаю, дальше на запад есть подъемник и одна из этих лыжных штук." [ Translation; I think there's a lift and one of those ski things further west."
He then disassembled his gun to put it on his back, and then began walking in a westward direction. And as soon as he walks, he can see the cable car and people skiing, getting closer he sees an ice rink with people skating on it, and then he sees you...
— "How cute..."
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