However, the smoke also hindered visibility, leaving the people inside the vehicle stack unable to see each other clearly.
Winters sat with Sergei, Vashka, and Pierre next to a warm flame, as old Sergei was setting Gerard's broken nose.
"Uncle, look at this, he hit way too hard. If it weren't for Winters, I would have been beaten to death," Pierre still harbored grudges about the daytime incident, complaining, "I'm still bleeding from my nose!"
While holding Pierre's head in one hand and his nose in the other, Sergei said indifferently, "Enough with the complaints about your dad. Just bear with it and don't move at all."
Pierre nodded slightly.
"I'm going to count to three and then straighten it out," old Sergei smacked his lips. He only got to "one" when he forcefully pinched Pierre's nose.
Pierre screamed in pain, falling backward, tears streaming down from the agony.
It took a long while for him to recover, then he complained, "You only counted to one!"