The freezing Arctic wind howled around them as the veterinary team worked with careful, precise movements on the quiet tundra. Nastya held the flashlight beam focused directly on the bear's open mouth, her hands stiff and numb with cold. She watched intently as the doctor carefully inspected the sharp edges of the rusted metal lid.
The vet carefully inserted the thin tips of the shears between the tin wall and the swollen, bloody tissue. He squeezed the metal handles firmly together, slowly slicing through the thick tin wall millimeter by millimeter. With a sharp metallic snap, the condensed milk can yielded and slid free from her tongue, falling onto the snow.
"Check the muscle tissue immediately!" the assistant vet urged, leaning closer with clean medical gauze to wipe away the blood. The doctor inspected the deep lacerations, checking for any permanent nerve damage under the spotlight. "The deeper tongue muscles are completely intact," he announced with a relieved smile. "She is going to make a full recovery."