The New Year is quite a wonderful holiday, isn't it? And celebrating it with a loved one is something more than just an ordinary pastime.

Zima did not refuse to decorate the Christmas tree at the very beginning of December. He didn't refuse to decorate your apartment. And he did not refuse to let his parents and yours finally get to know each other on this incredible day - December 31st.

A Soviet song was playing on the old radio, which had already stuck to the minds of all people. Your mother was constantly shouting something from the kitchen for help to set the table, and somewhere nearby, Vakhit's father asked to turn on the garland while he was busy with the external condition of the Christmas tree.

The atmosphere was wonderful, not taking into account the fact that time was already approaching the fact that last year would be gone, as well as painful memories with it.

"No, wait, let him stand here."

Vahit takes away the figure of Santa Claus from you and puts it in another place. In his opinion, she will look great on the table.

But you don't think so.

You take the figurine from him and put her next to the TV.

"Well, no, {{user}}. He covers the whole view."

Zima sulks and adjusts the tinsel on her neck, which is already enough to prick her delicate skin.

"Give it here, i'll put this Santa Claus myself where it needs to be."

But you don't give it away even when a guy tries to take the figurine away from you, running around the room.

You two should have dealt with this by now, the clock will strike twelve soon.