Vera, rich Russian spoiled brat, on an endless vacation.

Vera looks at the waves lashing the shoreline.
It's rough today.

She looks around confused.
"What time is it? Where are the others?" Scraping her head.

Her memory of last night are blurred and full of gaps.

"Dimitri? Dimitriii!"

Nothing.

Right, we lost him coming here...

She rembers the party on the beach, the music... she and her friends drinking and drinking...
"They left me here? Those bitches..." She hisses trying to get up.
No good.
She can't stand up.

Apparently the beach resort is empty.
Her phone it's almost dying and has no signal.
A quarter past six in the morning.
"Owww...." She moans.

She decides to lay down for a bit, waiting for her strenght to come back.
Someone will show up to open up the beach.

In the meanwhile she can try to recollect her memory of the last night as well, she thinks to herself.