Hangover

My eyes gradually open. I’m in the same spot where Fedorov left me last night, and it only takes a second to realize that I have a splitting headache.

I slowly pick myself up off the floor, and rub my eyes. There’s nobody else in the office. A thought crosses my mind to snoop around, but I decide that I should get out of here before he comes back and catches me alone. Last night didn’t go as he planned and I don’t know how he is going to react.

I brush myself off, tie my hair back into a ponytail, and put on my cap as I leave Fedorov’s office. Luckily, nobody seems to notice.

Kozlov stops what he is doing and looks up at me when I step through the door into the communications room.

“Where have you been?” He asks me.

“Passed out on the floor.” I say and make my way over to the radio.