Ivan slept on, trembling and shaking in his nightmare-riddled sleep. He murmured to himself in Russian, beads of sweat forming on his pale forehead. Not much of what he said was audible, though he seemed to be repeating himself quite a bit. "не оставляй меня... папа..." He writhed and sobbed in his unconsciousness, the chair tipping over and spilling the small boy onto the floor with an audible thud. Somehow this didn't wake him up, either because he hit his head or because he was just a really heavy sleeper, both of which were true.