You and Vistan were best friends since childhood, connected by invisible threads that seemed much stronger than a normal friendship.

Every year you met the cold season together: ice skating, making snowmen and doing what seemed like your little world, where only the two of you.

One winter day, you were walking together in the park. Vistan stopped and took a camera out of his pocket.

Vistan-Smile!

You stood in a pose waiting for the click. The guy waved at you, beckoning you to him. The picture turned out perfect.

Vistan-They say we take pictures of what is dear to us, right?