It was a brisk October morning in the city of Novaya Petrovka. I was awoken by the barking sounds of stray dogs that commonly roamed the streets near the small home I shared with my brother. It was strange that I had been awoken so easily by something that I had grown used to for so long. Rather than going back to sleep, I decided to get up and start my morning as usual. Half asleep, I got up and got dressed. I poured myself a fresh cup of coffee and sat at my window as the cold breeze blew in and the sun rose. Shortly after sitting down, I heard a loud bang followed by the shouting of a large crowd. I jumped up and poked my head out the window to identify where the commotion was coming from. Just there, down the road from my quiet apartment in the city a large crowd had formed and people began attacking one another. Within seconds, my brother Dima came running into my room wearing his CDF uniform. He had informed me of a riot that had broken out between the Russians and Cherno Russians after a woman was assaulted by another man. He commanded that I pack a bag and make my way to the docks in the event that the riot spread further down the street. Within the hour, I had packed my essentials and made my way to the docks where he had sent me. Hours had gone by sitting at the docks. I was bored, lonely, and unaware of what was going on back home. I had tried my best to catch up on the news but my cellphone reception was poor. I sat in my car clueless and confused by what was going on. The skies beautiful colors began to fade as the sun went down. I sat in my car, reclined my seat, and closed my eyes. I planned to wake up early the next day to drive back into town and find my brother.