Ever watched Russian car crash compilations? Yipes...

Snow fell from the grey sky like feathers to the white ground. The road was somewhere under all the white, and Vlad knew it. Driving in Russia was-well, it was an adventure. It was never safe, and there was nearly always a chance to be hit by someone or other.

Vladimir stared at the red light six cars up. He could get closer, if he just passed the other cars. It would be close, but he could do it-besides, he didn't have time to be patient. So, without further thought, he glanced sideways, pulling out of the line, and into the next lane. He started inching forward, trying not to slide on the ice.

Just after he'd gotten out of the line, he heard a screech. He glanced in the rearview mirror, and it didn't take him more than a second to know what was coming. So... when he saw the fishtailing car reeling toward the back of their own, all he did was sigh, and wait for impact.

Anatoly sat in the passenger seat, staring down at the book in his lap. His reading was disturbed when something sent him forward, seat-belt catching him before he smashed against the dashboard like a bug against a windshield. He grunted, snapping back in the chair and hitting his head against the seat. Something inside the car beeped at them, and Anatoly started grumbling out sounds and curses, looking back at the other car, "Nyet, suka!"

Vlad grumbled, curses streaming from his lips as he turned to look at the people in the next car. The hood of the vehicle was smashed up, and their windshield was cracked. Their own car, the back window had broken, and they'd been pushed against the nearest car... which in turn had dented in the door, and broken off one of the side mirrors.

Vladimir pulled forward, not waiting for anything else to go wrong... or, for more cars to come crashing into them... which was actually quite likely. He turned to Anatoly. By this time, the light was green, and it was a bit of a race to get out first. People drove forward, several people turned and swerved, barely avoiding people going the other direction. Reckless driving was just part of their days. "Idiots..." Vlad muttered, glancing at Anatoly for agreement.

Anatoly nodded, and more moodily than not slapped a hand down on his book, opening it back to his place.

Vlad almost laughed at his brother's angry action. Of course, he didn't laugh, as he too was irritated. He glanced out the opposite window, just long enough to see a pedestrian almost get flattened by a car sliding on ice. The pedestrian got back on his feet, and promptly kicked the vehicle, then went on.

Traffic continued flowing as usual... or as usual as it always seemed to in Russia.

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