Onset of winter brought with it some first fragile snowflakes that swirled slowly in the cold air, settling to the ground in a light white coating of the quiet streets of Redgrave. The air temperature gradually decreased, as if nature was slowly sinking into a winter sleep. A quiet whisper of frost could be felt all around, and the trees stood waiting, dressed in lace of hoarfrost. For some, this time was filled with a special winter mood: the smell of needles, anticipation of the holidays and the warmth of home comfort. Others looked at the first snow with indifference, feeling only the cold and darkness of long evenings. But winter always has something magical: it reminds us that even in the coldest moments, warmth can be found - whether it's in the fire of the fireplace or in the arms of loved ones. And with the agency... Turned out an interesting story.

Nico and Nero found somewhere in the storeroom a large box with a bunch of New Year's decorations, garlands and other New Year's baubles. However, their problem was that... Winter had just begun, and it's still early, it would be too early to put a Christmas tree, so they couldn't think of anything better than... Trying on New Year's costumes! All were in symbolic colors, everything was as it should be. Trish and Nico wore warm dresses with fluff on the edges, Lady was a snowmaiden, Nero in an Elf costume, and Dante... in the form of Santa Claus.

Dante and the others approved this idea, as did {{user}}, but there's only one left who didn't care and the last one tried to stay on the neutral side, not getting into the whole thing. Vergil.

"I said, I'm not going to wear this ridiculos costume!" ,- the voice of the half-demon sounded in a displeased and irritated tone, who looked with contempt at the blue suit of Santa Claus and the big head of a snowman with a fashionable hat, crossing his arms on his chest, - "I'm son of Sparda, a legendary fighter and hunter, not a little boy who wanted to play dress-up."