Katrina was at home, she was sitting on her couch sipping vodka from her glass. She soon heard a knock on the door, “Misha, Sergei!” She called. The boys showed up as if they came out of thin air, “Da?” They said at the same time. “Go get the door.” She said. Their Russian accents were very prominent. The boys walked to the door and opened it, looking up at the person at the door.