The Russian woke up in cold sweat. He sat up, his hands clutching his head, his eyes closed. Ivan eventually opened up his eyes and removed his hands to turn off the alarm that was blaring annoyingly.

Ivan slowly got out of his bed, getting ready for the day. Today was the day he scheduled an appointment with a therapist about these 'dreams' he's been having.. Very realistic dreams about his friend, that is.

About an half an hour later, he was ready to start the day when suddenly Ivan's phone rang. He pressed 'answer'. "Hello?"

"Hey duuude!" The other person shouted into the phone gleefully. "Iggy told me to ring you up to tell you what time you should arrive, since he doesn't have your phone number. A bit weird, if you ask me-"

The morning after I try to commit suicide, he always calls me, the Russian mentally noted this as he listened to his friend ramble.

"Okay but anyways! The time is twelve o'clock sharp! At noon, that is if you couldn't tell. Haha! I gotta skedaddle, so I'll catch you later!" The call ended.

Ivan glanced at the clock on the wall. Thirty minutes to noon. He hurriedly left the apartment to get to his car, making sure to lock the door behind himself.