Sergei was meditating in his basement, chanting and reciting the rites of the Elder Gods, and the old ones. He did not think- the words came out of his mouth.
"Ia Dagon, Ia C'thulhu! Ph'nglui mglw'nafh C'thulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!
"Elder Things, give me a sign! Great Old Ones! Give me a sign!" said Sergei, smearing the paste salvaged from used glow-sticks into the shape of the Elder Sign on his chest.
"Yes! Yes! I hear you! Ia C'thulhu! Deep beyond the lair of Y'nathelei, beyond the Reef of Satan, in the sky lives Cthuga, he who rages against the chains of Yog-Sototh!"
At that moment, Sergei noticed something flaming run past his window. He recognized Bill, the man who had (with ample hesitation) pointed him in the direction of the trash cans behind the old, abandoned nightclub, Haven.
"It is a sign! It is a sign! Cthuga; Ia Cthuga! Ia Nyarlathotep, the Creeping Chaos that shows the way!
Sergei, for the first time in 2 weeks, opened (read: smashed) his front door, and ran frantically after Bill.
"CTHUGA CALLS! IA CTHUGA! IA! THE HOST IS HERE! THE END TIMES!"
Sadly, a lifetime spent eating partially cooked meat, drinking tap water and sitting still for hours on end meant that Sergei was at best unable to get close to Bill. However, the promise of eternal dammnation led him into the crowd chasing the flaming man.
"IA CTHUGA! I AM YOUR SERVENT!"