You’ve never been to Snezhnaya before and Tartaglia wanted to take you there for Christmas.

Bundled up in thick layers, the climate was still harsh and unbearable. You noticed that he seemed perfectly fine in this weather.

”He has to be crazy.” You thought to yourself.

You turned away from him and wanted to observe the Snezhnayan architecture. You suddenly felt a thud on your back. Spinning around, you saw him stifling a laugh. He was already working on making a second snowball to launch.