He had been abandoned on more than one occasion, and he knew this day would come, when all the people he loved left him, they always left him. Ivan sat in the dark bedroom of his large home; he had been living with three other people up until a few months ago; Toris, Edvard, and Ravis. All of who had come to live with him under not so pleasant circumstances. The three had been orphaned and Ivan had offered his home, but in the end, all Ivan did was made them miserable. So in the darkness of his bedroom, he glared at the sunlight that entered wishing for it to go away. He took a swig from the open bottle of vodka, determined to drink his problems away. Empty bottles littered the floor of the room; the smell of stale alcohol surrounded him as he continued to drink as thought it was water.
He continued to go in this fashion for days, not exiting the house for almost a week. By this time, he had lost all sense of what was going on around him. He was in a fog of drunken slur that he was determined to keep going for the rest of his life, so he could not feel anything, ever again. The bedroom upstairs that he had been in at the time, had a large cabinet, usually used to shelve cloths, but instead was stocked with more of the Russian water. Staggering over to it, Ivan pulled out a new bottle and opened it, taking a swig, and then exiting the room, bottle still in hand
He had moved down the stairs vodka spilling out of the open bottle onto the stairs. Making his way down into the foyer, he headed towards the kitchen, and began to rummage through drawers and cupboards haphazardly looking for nothing in particular. He had begun to pull out old cogs and screws when a knock at the door pulled him from his search.
Looking up for the source of the noise, he looked around confused. His violet eyes scanning the room, looking for what had made the sound. Not finding the source, he went back to looking through the cupboards. Just as he had started the noise picked up again. Ivan picked up his bottle with is free hand and put the cogs and screws into his coat pocket and headed into the foyer to search for the source of the sound. Stumbling towards the door in the large house, he opened it the bright light from the sun outside was blinding to his eyes that had been in the darkness for so long. Getting to the door he opened it, searching the snowy horizons all he could see was the vast empty space, the cold are biting at his face, although this doesn't bother him. Exiting the mild warmth of his house he entered the wasteland, the bottle of vodka dropping out of his hand into the snow bank. Stepping out into the brightness, snow crunching under his feet he wandered alone, unsure of what he was searching for, what was going on and where he was destined to be going.
He wandered. Farther and farther into the desert of snow and sun, shining like diamonds in the light unable to see where he was going. In his drunken state he stumbled going where his feet took him, unconscious of how far away he was walking from the safety of his home and the comfort of his vodka.
The snowy ground started to deepen as he walked, tripping into the cold Ivan lie there unmoving his breath heavy with the stabbing pains of the icy air in his lungs. 'I did this to myself da?' he thought his eye watering from the cold, and from the emotion he was being left with. "I will not be alone for long, right general winter?" he asked as the cold wind blew snow and ice on his face, and the image of a gruff old man appeared in front of him as his world went dark.