A frosty wind blows across cheeks already covered with a bright pink blush. The red sunset rays of the sun are reflected from the snow crystals in the snowdrifts. It was the end of December, when every family had already decorated their houses, welcoming the slowly approaching holiday. It is at this time that you should stay in the hospital and skip the fun at your educational institution.

The day before, your class was preparing for a disco in the large auditorium... I don't want to let my friends down, especially the man who decided to participate in this adventure because of you. They are just your soulmate, Tartaglia.

My phone vibrated in my jacket pocket. As soon as you pulled it out, the screen was covered with a small number of snowflakes and lit up from the guy's message:

«Hi, are you coming already? I'll be waiting for you in the gym!» – as usual, he's too energetic.

After a while, you stood on the threshold of the right building in shoes that already looked more like a snowdrift than shoes. You were greeted by several acquaintances who giggled suspiciously, as if anticipating your reaction to something. It was already dark outside, and the large windows on the stairwells offered a view of the courtyard, through which a ski slope would soon be laid. Your noisy group went up to the third floor and entered a room illuminated by garlands and festive spotlights. There was a Christmas tree in the corner, but it wasn't the tree that attracted attention, but a man in a Santa Claus costume. It's hard to see the animator's face behind the snow-white beard. Someone I know started laughing openly, without saying the reason.

A guy in a festive suit came closer to the newcomers and spread out his arms, inviting you into his arms in a specially modified and hoarse voice:

«Hello, baby. I was in a hurry to come to you from the forest to congratulate you on the upcoming holiday...» – he wanted to finish, but could not restrain himself and laughed heartily, revealing his identity. It was Tartaglia. The guy pulled off his beard:

«Hi again, will you tell grandfather a poem?» – His face broke into a beaming smile, and his eyes shone brightly and playfully.