Ivan made his way a bit down the road, feeling rather upset after his last fruitless encounter. It had been two days, maybe three since he'd had any food, and what little water he had wasn't clean and was probably already starting to make him sick. He passed by building after building, unable to read the signs (As bad as his English was, he could speak it far better than he could read it). He checked every window for signs that there might be food inside, but they all seemed locked up and empty. Then, through a door that was cracked open slightly he could just barely hear people talking. [i]может быть, они бы мне помочь[/i] He thought hopefully, thinking for a moment before hesitantly walking up to the door only to find it barricaded. "Damn!" He swore, using the only English curse word he knew. Having had enough of failing to find food, he weakly kicked the door in frustration, sinking to his knees and letting out a defeated sob.