A chill worse than before ran up the man's spine. He was caught entirely off guard, didn't even realize something was wrong until the concrete floor beneath his feet began to freeze over. It took everything in him not to start screaming in is mother tongue while his heart leapt up and lodged itself into his throat. Not just from the fright of being snuck up on, but also from the realization that whoever it was wasn't just a regular human. He'd been found. By a super, no less. [i]"What the everlasting absolute fu-"[/i] Mishka whirled around and skipped back a few meters, deliberately snapping the phone in half between his fingers during the process. Wouldn't want to ruin business by selling out clients now would he? It would definitely leave a permanent stain on his reputation almost as bad as the truth behind the label cop killer. The saying 'snitches get stitches' was a real threat he would be happy to live without. 

          Halfway down to a crouch, Mishka stayed where he stopped just mere feet away from his new... Exactly who-slash-what was he dealing with right now? A vigilante? A rival? The questions burned at his conscience and Mishka felt himself tense up with all this growing uncertainty. The only person he knew of who's powers had to do with ice was Mister Freeze but the figure before him clearly wasn't the same guy. Actually, Mishka wasn't sure if he'd ever even run into this particular individual before. Their face was almost entirely covered up so he didn't have much information to go off anyways. "What do you want?" No point in exercising formalities. He reached down with one hand and began undoing the chain-link belt at his waist.