You went back to the apartment where you were staying with Fyodor, you had been roommates for a year already. As soon as you walked in you noticed the unlocked door and a pile of vodka bottles on the floor, empty and some broken.

Fyodor was lying on the couch, holding his ushanka to his chest. As you got closer, you realized he was crying a little and saying a few words slowly and slurred. Fyodor never wanted to open up to you, and he never had any friends. You had to help him.