Dragunov wakes up, wipes his eyes and sit up in his bed. He glances over to the clock on the bedside table. It reads 8:00 AM. The Russian sighs and gets off the bed and lazily walks to his dresser full of clothing. He rumages through clothing and thinks about what he wants to wear. He pulls out a regular black tank top and a pair of jeans and puts them on.
He walks out of his room and goes to the living room and opens the curtains, revealing a cloudy sky and a little snow on the ground. He heads to the kitchen to get coffee and looks at the calendar.
October 31.
Shit.
It was halloween, one of the many holidays Dragunov wasn't really fond