The red curtains laid still and Undisturbed, as sunlight peeked through them. Shining right onto Aleksandr's face. He stirred slightly in his sleep, before finally opening his eyes. The Slav groaned, and used his hand to block the sunlight.
The day was probably going to be uneventful. At least, that's what he told himself.
Perhaps it would be far from it.

Vincent walked around his house, occasionally glancing at his flip phone. The day was very boring so far, and he didn't have any ideas other than calling Aleksandr.
After a few minutes of thinking he dialed the number.

The Russian hissed, hearing his phone ring again. Of course he would assume it was one of his comrades.
Considering he forgot he gave his number The that news reporter.
"Привет...?" Aleksandr answered, sounding pretty tired and done.

"Hello- w a i t-" Vincent was genuinely surprised. "Is that Russian-"

"Oh- my." Aleksandr Recognized that voice. "Erm- Goodbye!" He blurted, going to hang up.
"Wait!"
"What?"
"Uh.. Good morning?"
The Russian went silent. "...good morning to you too?" He answered, v e r y confused.
Vincent honestly had no idea what to say. "Uh- welp, I'm out of ideas."
"How about promising not telling anyone I'm russian-?" Aleksandr mumbled.
"Or what?" Vincent replied.
"I-I'll....I really don't know.. but I don't... I don't want to get hurt..." Aleksandr paused. "As pathetic as that sounds."
Vincent felt a pang of sympathy. "..okay, okay."
"Thank you.."
"But I'm putting you under house arrest." Vincent smirked.
"W-wha..."
"You heard me. I won't tell on you, but you have to be on house arrest."
"Fine."
"Alright." The American paused, thinking for a second. "But I can't trust you to stay at your place, because you might just walk out anyways, so you're under house arrest at mine."
"Alright then.. Where do you live..?" Aleksandr mumbled
Vincent gave him the address.

"Okay, I'll be there in a bit..." Aleksandr mumbled, before hanging up.
He gathered pretty much everything he needed, shoved it into a bag, and suitcase. Shuffled out of his crummy apartment, and locked the door.
He did take his sweet time getting there though.
Vincent didn't mind, he just sat in a chair and waited, not bothering to clean up any messes. Besides, why bother when it would get dirty again?