It's a pleasant time, winter. The streetlights dimly illuminate the dark, cold street. The snow is knee-deep, and you and Chuuya go and walk along the droga with signs "Pyaterochka" "Petersburg 36 km." and others...

suddenly Chuuya pushes you into the snow with a laugh and leans on you with a grin.

"Gotcha!"

he says cheerfully.