The smaller Russian was fast but not fast enough to completely dodge an unusual attack such as that.

While he did manage to dodge most of it, Raikov could feel his coat and the skin under it burn. He yelped in pain and tossed himself into the snow, hoping to cool his fresh injuries. Dammit, he had to reload his Makarov as well...

He fumbled with the magazine, his adrenaline pumping and making it hard to concentrate. He had to reload and get up fast, incase Sasha was still chasing after him.