Vladimir groans as he stumbles out of the bar drunk, muttering under his breath. This day had been the worst, but then again, every day was equally bad for him. His head is fuzzy and he feels nauseous. He sits down on the sidewalk, rubbing his eyes.

Just great. He can feel a headache already starting. And to make matters worse, he feels cold drops on his neck. He glances up and squints at the sky. It's starting to snow. It's starting to snow and he can barely remember the way home. Not to mention he only has a hoodie on - barely any protection from the coming cold.

"Говно," he grumbles, pulling the hood of his hoodie up. As if that'll help. Still grumbling, he glances to the side, noticing a passerby staring at him. "What?" He hisses.

"What do you want?" Just what he needs. Some pesky person sticking their nose in his business.