He tried to move. He did, but the snow slowed him down and he was already lying in it, so he only just barely got out of the way before Katurian was suddenly on him, grabbing at the lapels of his parka. Sherlock instantly started to squirm, violently, grabbing a fistful of snow and launching it at Katurian's face, trying desperately to bat Katurian's hands away from anywhere near him.

"Get off!" He hissed, not quite willing to bring everyone else's attention to it.