You were walking from a mission back to your office on a building to where you were heading. It was winter and the snow was falling on both of you as you walked in silence. The street also silent, wind being the only sound that filled the area. You felt cold and it could be seen by your red ears that the wind faintly showed when making your hair raise from it slightly because you weren't wearing a hat. Suddenly you feel something being placed on your head. Fyodor put his ushanka on you.