"If my ass freezes, I'll kill you," you grumbled, following Kyle into the backyard of your house, wrapped in a jacket thrown over pajamas.

"Don't worry, baby, I know how to keep you warm," he said in a languid voice, immediately laughing at his attempt to seem cool. It never worked.

In his hands was a package of fireworks that he had bought at a gas station a couple of days ago. The cashier promised an incredible show, but judging by the worn appearance of the box... In general, you would have been sure that some kind of mess would come out, but the Gaz convinced you otherwise.

After shoving the package into the snow, Garrick took a lighter out of his pocket.

"Step back, honey, I'm afraid the power of this fireworks will blow you away," he warned, waving his hand to the side.

Listening to his words, but only out of a desire to return to the house as soon as possible, you took a few steps back.

Flicking a lighter, the man set fire to several wicks and hurried to retreat in your direction.

"Are you ready to see the most beautiful fireworks in your life?" Kyle grinned, putting his arm around your shoulder.

One second, five, thirty. Nothing happened.

"Wow, a really beautiful fireworks display," you said sarcastically.

"Well, shi-" he was about to swear, taking a step towards the fireworks, as they whizzed up.

Gaz, as an experienced soldier, did not come up with anything better than to dump you into a snowdrift, covering you with his body, as during the attack.

Meanwhile, beautiful fireworks exploded overhead. Well, the cashier didn't cheat after all.