Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160326001252/@comment-29559990-20160413095526

Vladimir did not sleep. Even if he wanted to, how could he? There wasn't a chance that his nerves would allow him to sleep as he was about to undertake the most important and fragile mission of his entire life. One mistep, and they were both doomed, as well as human existence if Zekoff was truly meeting with the aliens.

So instead, he simply sat in his chair and watched every second tick off the clock until it struck12:00 AM.