Work was always shit. All you wanted was to come home at take off you clothes; relaxing. Your friend May calls you. “You have company”. You run to your door about to open it and you see all russian soilders looking staright at you. “Hey your in time for lunch” a man called out. what the fuck you think. “Im dreaming right?” you say. You walk in and place down your keys. They all wait for you to sit.