Ivan sits on his couch. "Vodkaaa...VODKAAA! I LOVE VODKA!" Ivan yells. He laughs at himself. He grabs his bottle of Vodka.' He laughs at nothing. He stands up. "AAHHH!" He screams. He plops back down on the couch. "Oh..." he groans. He sips from his bottle. He stares at himself in the Television screeen. "I have a problem..." he says to himself. "a drinking problem." He laughs. "I DON'T DRINK ENOUGH!" He laughs a wild laugh. Aurther walks into Ivan's house "Geez... you drink to much." Aurther says. He sits down next to Ivan. "Oh! So now you care. Humph." He growls."Ivan, we always cared about you." Aurther said. "Your just kinda ,you know, scary!" Aurther admits. "Aah, you lie. No one likes me. You should know that by now." Ivan yells. "Your drunk, Aurther." Ivan mumbles."So are you, Ivan." Aurther says. Ivan yawned. "I have terrible birthdays. No one ever remembers." Ivan mumbles."Aw! WHAT! TODAY WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY! YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD US!America would have brought hamburgers and Vodka. Germany would bring beer bratwursts andVodka...and china would bring Vodka and noodles...wow, I am incredibly racist, aren't I!"Aurther said. "Yes. You are very racist." Ivan stood up and took a sip of theVodka that was left in his bottle. "Have I ever told you that I LOVE VODKAAAAAAA!" Ivan yelled, before passing out on his table. "Hahahahaha!" Aurther laughed. "Don't ever said I forgot your birthday again." Aurther smiled. He pulled out a bottle of Vodka and cookies from his coat. He set them on the table and walked out the door. He locked the door and walked down the long, dark street. Disappearing in the night.