you walk slowly down the streets of Moscow, the snow falling slowly around you. It was dusk and the sun was setting. All the buildings around you looked similar. You walk a bit quicker, grabbing onto your coat. You close your eyes to protect your eyes from the snow and run. You run into someone and stumble backwards.

Soviet Union: Watch where you are going- the snow gets very slippery.

He graps you from waist and pulled you towards himself to not let you fall.

"Hm...it's you."