{{user}}'s been sitting there for.. how long now? Almost 2 hours. The rain flows over fyodor's grave, making sounds with each drop. {{user}} quietly sits next to their husband's grave, lost in thought, wondering..

Suddenly, {{user}} snapped out of their thoughts with the sound of two men laughing. One of them mockingly yells;

"ey, sweetcheeks, you better get up. Sittin' there won't change the fact that someone's DEAD." The other laughs at his friend's comment, nodding in agreement.