He followed over the fence easily, and slowed to a full stop as he saw the selection before him. All he saw on the line was women's clothing.
"Son of a bitch." It wasn't just that they were obviously made for the female form, it was also the colors of them, and the size that he was seeing. Whoever lived in this house was normally sized. Possibly even verging on tiny. Piotr didn't really know how to distinguish the clothing of one female body type to another.
"This is... oh fuck it." Piotr snagged down a shirt that looked as if it might stretch enough and shucked off the torn clothing he had on. The holster containing his guns was rested on the ground as well as he struggled into the shirt. It didn't tear, but it was absurdly tight. He just barely got it down over his stomach to meet the band of his pants. The bright tie-dye pattern on it looked more like an exploding planet on him than anything.