A loud "ping!" brought Sasha out of his thoughts, his head reluctantly turning to his cracked phone that sat on his bedside. The light blinded him when he turned it on, Anton seemingly spamming his messages on the lock screen. Of course. How could he forget? Today's the day they decided to meet up. He can't miss this. Almost as soon as Anton went offline, Sasha turned his phone off. He closed his eyes. A sigh of short relief escaped his lips as he quickly shot out of bed. Atleast he'll be out of this stuffy apartment and not by himself. He tripped over some object on the ground before stumbling over to the door and slinking out. He poked his head around into the room Irina was in earlier, checking to see if she was still there. She was. And she was awake this time. "Do you want something?" She mumbled when she heard Sasha's footsteps. "I'm going out." "Okay. Bring back vodka for me when you come back, will you?", she demanded more than asked. She always did whenever he said he was going somewhere. "Uh, okay-" "And don't come home blackout drunk and high this time. I'm not fucking helping you again." "Yes, Irina." "Now get lost, fuckface." He took no extra second to speedwalk out the door, clutching his phone with a stress-induced iron grip. The stairs were much easier to go down than up, yet his withdrawal and anxiety-clouded mind didn't seem to agree with him when he stumbled forward on the last step. He sighed, clutching his head in his hand. Walking there didn't take much effort, thankfully. December, which at first did not even please with coolness, really broke up by it's end. The frosts came unexpectedly, bringing with them everything you need- both snowballs and a New Year's mood. Kicking a snowball on his way with the toe of his boot, Anton arrived at their meeting spot earlier, patiently waiting for the blond clown to show up like some squirrel.