Miles tenses when the cold first hits him, a brief shiver, but he's scarcely had a chance to adjust before a different pair of hands takes hold of him and pulls him out, and then the son of a bitch drops him. There's scarcely time for Miles's eyes to widen before the shock of cold water pierces right through him, stealing his breath right from his lungs. Ivan's hand is pushing him down, down under the water before he even has a chance to right himself, and suddenly, he's back to himself. Everything comes back real and sharp, sensory input hitting him like a freighter, and Miles is suddenly keenly aware of every nerve in his body, every sore spot and every stiff muscle, and he's painfully aware of how cold. Miles kicks furiously in the tub, grasping blindly at Ivan's arm, trying to pull him away so he can resurface. Oh, hell no.