A party was on the cards and we piled out into the snow and into a white Lada Niva 4x4, the car of choice for the ice-covered roads of Tbilisi. Vincent played some Georgian music on the radio and started singing along. We headed to the embassy to pick up Sylvester. Aurelien stopped the car in the middle of the road and turned up the radio. Vincent got out with his long black coat, black beret, and scarf and started twirling about in the freshly falling snow, his arms stretched out beside him, clapping and dancing.