I was a little boy in Russia. I was helping my mom caring food home. We got home after a long walk in the poor part of town. Dad was at the front door talking to three guys. Two was Russian the 3rd was American. Dad saw us and yelled at us to run away the Russians looked at us the American pulled out his gun and shot my dad. Me and my mom ran as fast as we can we hid in an ally way. She said to say and she left I never saw her again then all of a sudden a ring goes off I fall of bed. That dream again it won’t go away I get up and answer the phone “hello” my deep Russian voice seem so far away today “Levi it’s your boss we need you to come here now everyone's being called in” “why” “don’t know oh and get ready to go out on a mission” “ok bye” I walk to the bathroom I got in the shower the water was cold. That dream comes back every night and that happen 10 years ago. I got out of the shower I looked in the mirror my black hair was in my face I parted it to the sides. I looked at the time “I better get going” I grab a bottle of vodka and walk outside I look around its 5 in the morning no one was out I lived in a small town in America. I wonder if sis got the call to as I get in my car I called her she pick up “hello” “hay its Levi are you getting ready” “ya. Can you pick me up on your way to work” “sure will see you soon” I hanged up and dived out of my home. Not know whats going to happen and wishing I stayed home.