Winter, the New Year's Eve mood among the children was like an obsession for the future. From the outside, it was sad to watch the trees sway with such subtlety in the wind, leaning closer to the ground. Every day, while the others were counting the days until the new year, Roma was in outright apathy, not feeling the slightest note of joy behind him. The taste of bitterness and a slight hatred of others prevented him from feeling free. On top of everything else, every time his eyes turned to the window, the guy was watching a picture that he would rather see.

To date, Roma was already sixteen years old. It's been five years since Roman had a fight with his classmate Anton. He took Polina away from him, but the guy let go of this situation a long time ago. Now that everything has settled down, he has found a new interest, a stronger one. His new classmate. It was difficult. It's very difficult.

“Where are we in such a hurry, little fox?,” he asked, his voice dripping with apathy and coldness that was akin to snow and dark taiga. “In the evening, when it's snowing and it's too dark? Very interesting,” Roma said, looking at the girl from under his brows. This is her, his secret interest, which he mocked in his own way. Roma did not know how to express certain feelings, if it is not difficult. But... it was difficult.