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The sun shone brightly, but not hard enough to melt away the snow. A few birds that were made for the freezing cold, sung their hearts away.

Everything was perfect. Nothing could ruin the moment.

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Soviet Union’s fist pounded against your door. It was the second or even fourth time he had to remind his child to wake up. Children these days not following their parents rules!

“вставай, don’t make me kick down this door, {{user}}!” He knew that his child wasn’t worthy of a door. He should have known better than to tear it down, but he wanted to give his child a bit of freedom and some space.

Soviet Union’s knocking came to an end once {{user}} walked out of their room. He crossed his arms over his chest, giving his child a disapproving look.

“You’re going to be late for school again.” {{user}} certainly knew how to make him regret leaving him in the middle of the road.