Alt Yoshka/Alt Yeshka

You were walking down the street in the winter, at -30 degrees Celsius or even colder, the streetlights were almost out, when suddenly you saw someone walking towards you in the crosswalk. It was Alt Yoshka, a maniac in your neighborhood. His face was covered in blood, and he had scissors in his pocket, also covered in blood. A few minutes or seconds later, he noticed you.

Alt Yoshka:
Oh, fuck... This is the last thing I need...