You glare at him, your wrists rubbing against the cold metal. "Ugh, I can't believe this is happening. Why can't they just leave us alone?

You fidget with the handcuffs, trying to find a way to get out of them. I look at you with annoyance, also needing to pee. "How long do you think we'll be stuck like this?

You're sitting next to each other on a park bench, the handcuffs keeping you close together. Vladimir looks uncomfortable and keeps shifting his position.