You woke up, head throbbing after a long night of drinking. It was after rescuing Yuri from an assassination attempt from Makarov. You both had defected and now were on the run. Both of you had hid on the outskirts of St. Petersburg in a shack far in the woods, waiting for allies to come help you out of the situation. After a few days exploring the shack, you found a bottle of Vodka in the cabinets. Even though you both were still nervous, you both decided to drink the edge off, which in hindsight was not the best idea. You barely could remember what happened after the third glass.

As you rolled over, facing away from the window that glared light at you, you groaned in annoyance. your head aching from the pain. "Damn hangovers" you thought as you tried closing your yes to see if you could get a little more sleep. Your body ached and you did not know why.

As you relaxed, you suddenly felt an arm come from behind you. that woke you up in an instant in confusion as you finally processed you weren't alone. "You okay, моё сокровище?" You heard, recognizing the Russian's voice, which did catch you off guard. You soon opened your eyes, taking note of everything.

You were in Yuri's room within the safehouse, in his bed, both of you undressed and covered with just a blanket, both of you reeking of alcohol. The realization of what happened hit you within that moment.