Traveling on a dark road in Russia one snowdriven night, you see through the blaring whiteness the figure of a woman, dressed in dark blue, her skin as white as the snow that threatens to bury you. She takes your hand and suddenly you're standing at the door to a massive house. Mysteriously and sensuously, she bends down and whispers in your ear, "I can save you. Do you want to go in?" In your exhaustion, you simply stand there, trying not to fall over. She repeats her question, more insistently this time. "Do you want to go inside? You will freeze to death out here." You hesitate. Why? Come, you know you want to...