Mike is just starting his run, and regretting his choice of footwear. Indeed, the big Russian clodhopper boots he's wearing are not ideal for running. Mark is also en route, and he interviews about the public reaction to the spectacle he was creating. Funny, Phil implied that brave locals do this all the time. You'd think people would be used to it.

After the experiences they've had asking for directions in this city so far, the Flight Attendants aren't even bothering to try to find the library themselves, but are concentrating on looking for a cab to lead them there. Which they also can't find. So why aren't they fighting? Jodi explains, "I figure we're both frustrated enough. I'm not going to add to her stress and she's not going to add to mine. It seems counterproductive to scream at each other. Just stay calm, plug away." Plus Jodi's face doesn't really move enough to allow her to get upset anyway.

Jen's driving that Lada like she's playing Grand Turismo (which, by the way, has the worst movie adaptation of any videogame-based film I've ever seen in my life). "The roads are very, very icy," Jen explains. That doesn't explain the squealing tires. Adding to her difficulties is the fact that the gearshift knob keeps spinning on its stalk. From the back seat, Kisha makes the invaluable contribution of wishing similar trouble on the other teams.

The Flight Attendants finally find a cab, and engage the driver to lead them to the library. Jodi says you'd be in trouble in this town if you didn't know how to drive stick, with all the starting and stopping. Here's an example: at the same time, Jen is having trouble with some stopping at a critical moment, and gets honked at by someone who's jumping into her lane. "Well, I'm sorry I never drove in Novosibirsk," she tells the other car. I think the other car probably figured that out. She interviews about the chaotic traffic conditions. Which are made even more chaotic when she kills the car in the middle of an intersection and can't get it going again. "Something's actually wrong with it," she says. Oh, and now we're going into a commercial break, so you know that by the time we come back...

...She's gotten it going again. "It's all good in the hood," she says.

Mel and Michael are waiting for their respective partners outside the theater, and speculate on what hypothermia feels like. You know, just idly. Not that it has anything to do with anything. Mike's running along, and a woman does a double-take that causes her boot heel to slip on the ice, which in turn gives the Amazing Editors an excuse to insert a record-scratch on the soundtrack. I'm convinced that the vinyl renaissance is entirely the work of TV sound editors who never want the world to forget what a record-scratch sounds like. In an interview, Mark boasts about how well he ran. "These two Russian marathon runners, they were surprised that this little guy could really fly like that. They had a pretty good time keeping up with me." But Mike comes into view first, and Mel greets him with a loud cry of "Michael! You poor, frozen little son of a gun!" The Whites head into the theater. Michael is left outside, waiting with more runners, who ask him if he's waiting for a man or a woman. "Man?" "Yes," Michael responds in an involuntary Russian accent. "Like me," he adds, indicating his height. The runners laugh. And here comes Mark, and the Stuntmen run straight for the door. The Whites, meanwhile, are still climbing the steps to the balcony as Mel pants, "Somebody's behind us. Let's not let them beat us." It looks like it's shaping up to be a footrace up the steps, but it's the Whites who enter the auditorium first, and check in fourth. "We'll take it," Mel says, and they hug exhaustedly.