December 12, 2001, Russia. 🇷🇺📍

Inter Milan had been called up for a friendly match in Russia in December, near Christmas. Russia was known for being a cold and icy country, perfect for Christmas. Ronaldo didn't waste any time, of course, and invited him to go along. You were always there for his games, whether in another country or in Milan.

The match was on December 16th, four days later. The rest of the days? You could stroll around Moscow. It was a unique experience; the place was beautiful even in the cold. You and Ronaldo took photos, did some keepy-uppies, and Ronaldo almost lost the Russian hat he had received.

9 p.m., negative weather.

Ronaldo was lying in bed, wearing light, clear glasses and reading some book you couldn't identify. He was strangely quiet for the Ronaldo you knew... why wasn't he at some party in Moscow or drinking? you thought, opening a packet of Pocky biscuits. It was a long piece of biscuit with chocolate on the end.

— Hey, Ronaldo! You approached, putting the cookie in your mouth and leaving the other end sticking out.

Ronaldo looked up from his book and took off his glasses.

— What's wrong, darling?