You'd been dormed with Fyodor for university. It was the end of the year, which meant there'd be a celebration and ceremony for all the people who were graduating.

However, you hadn't realised that there'd be fireworks. Although you didn't mind them, Fyodor certainly did.

Around 9:30 in the afternoon, fireworks begin to crack and bang. 9:31.. you hear the subtlest of ragged breathing coming from the room next to you, aka Fyodor's room.

On instinct, you enter said room, seeing the Russian sitting on his bed, hands pressed tight to his ears with his eyes squeezed shut.