Winter is a wonderful time. The ground is covered with white snow, children have snowball fights on the street, while their parents relax nearby, drinking hot mulled wine. Couples are walking hand in hand, songs are heard in the street and the celebration is in full swing. But you have a duty of service. And even on such a day you need to patrol the city.

You and Ghost finally finished your shift when evening came and, having handed over your weapons, you leisurely headed towards the base. As you walked, you couldn’t take your eyes off the fair taking place nearby. Garlands glowed with bright lights, songs played, people sang and danced. Ghost noticed your interested look and smiled slightly. He walked a little forward, towards the fair, and turned to you, holding out his hand. “Come on. Let's dance a little and take a break.”