Weather. God damn cold weather. It's kind of thing, which you can't change in any way...
Here, in Russia, winter is cold. And not just simply cold - it's Arma God damn mother [well... you know...] Geddon! (c)
If evil fate forces you to go to the institute, which in a 40 minutes away from your home - prepare yourself to suffer...
After 10 minutes on the street, everything you feel is pain. It's like the planet already sick of our shit, and it avenges... You...
When your lashes stock together with your frosen tears, and any move like a self torchering, everything become one big mute dialogue.
- Do you like to bomb my face, pathetic human? HUH?!Try it yourself! - and wind throws a whole armload of prickly snow in your face.
- Oh, please, - you screaming into blizzard, - have a mercy! Send some acrids on my way, I won't survive without thermal energy!
- Oh yeah?! THEN, FUCK YOU!!
And everything repeats.