"Ah, I see. I remember by winter training back in '72. Let's me tell you this lad, the Arctic circle is far worse than Canada. I remember one time; my C.O. had to go for a **** one night, when we were camping in the snow, and didn't return for almost an hour. Just as we were about to search for him, he appears before us; pants frozen to his feet and an icicle just above then. His **** had frozen on him almost as soon as he had 'opened the flood gates''! It was hilarious, though he didn't think so. He was shipped of to the nearest infirmary soon after that but we still laugh about it whenever we see each other. So in other words, be glad your not from an icy nation and have fun. Oh, and take this. For when you complete your training."

Tolov hands the guard a Cuban cigar, smiles at him, and then goes to see if Mr. Red is available to chat.